WL Schuett

The Pack

They had long settled 

down for the night 

the pack was together 

as the lightening cracked bright 

 

they knew instinctively 

that the rain would follow 

shifting uneasily, something\'s not right

wood smoke curling 

from a nearby strike 

 

up on their feet 

nervously dancing 

the first sparks drifted 

up through the black night 

eyes and ears were keen 

as the darkness gradually lifted 

 

suddenly as light 

as the morning sun 

huddling together the pack 

embracing the alphas 

nowhere to run to 

so strange to be under attack 

 

soon set to perish 

the most dangerous journey 

down a trail of tears 

following an almost invisible path 

running on fury and courage 

instinctive with no time for fears 

 

over burning brambles

through a wall of flame 

the heat was outrageous 

into a grey haze of smoke 

finally into darkness 

they ran through the night 

and on into the morning 

away from that heat so heartless 

 

exhausted they howled

and they settled back down 

the pack was together 

and the rain finally came down