Killing moon

[immortal_wolf]

Howling loud as your feet pound the ground. Running faster as the prey scurries away. Though it shall not escape for it is weak. The blood soaks the dead leaves as it's running slows down.  It halts to a stop, now's your chance to bite down.

[Asia Kali Yusufzai]

that was cool, nice little poem. The jumping from perspectives threw me a bit, but now i look at it properly, it works. good job.