Stag At Bay

Standing forlorn, alone hidden in a thicket Battled, bloody, weary, defeated for harem By younger stag, new monarch of the Glen. Waiting for wounds to heal to fight again Reclaiming dominance and crown Bringing the young pretender down Chasing him from harem into solitary exile. Away in the distance hunting wolves howl Stag lifts his head, eyes wide with fear Knowing they have found his scent Smelt his blood and coming for the kill. Stepping forward to meet them, antlers lowered Prepares to fight his last battle.