Proud,
The wolf waits.
No rush.

One step forward,
Thinking.
One step back,
Tormenting.

Frozen,
I can’t move:
I can see him.
Can’t help, but
Stare
At the
Hunter.

I can read in his eyes
The plans,
The inch-by-inch
Plotted movements of the
Attack to come.

Fear
Is
Exciting.

The wolf, too, is
Staring. The
Strength
Of his
Eyes
Fixes mine firmly on his
Teeth.

Look:
The jaw is opening a little wider.
And I watch his
Tongue
Slide, like
Thick
Blood, over his flint-sharp
Teeth.

In his mind, he can
Taste his
Feast
Already.

Pacing now,
Pouncing soon.

God, I’m hot.

He’s moving.
I can’t believe I’m
Watching this.

His head rises up,
And, like a wave,
His body
Envelopes me.

The mouth opens.
The teeth close in.