White On White

The white wolf went about his day With one thing on his mind, It was his nature to obey For some new food to find... The solemn truth, survival first, The rest was just a blur, This day was either blessed or cursed, Who knows what would occur? In life, death is the guarantee, The last resort, no more, That's why there was no mystery When hunger was so sure... The white wolf crushed white snow beneath As he ran to and fro, Pressed lips still hid his pure white teeth While he felt hunger grow... The carnivore searched his domain, Found food and thus survived, Some thing would lose while he would gain From all he had derived... I watched him from my hiding place, His daily battle known The second that he'd won the chase And thought he ate alone...