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The Chase
By Randy Ramage ©1996
The moon was full, the stars were bright
Reflecting in the snow.
The hungry pack had game in sight.
Cold wind began to blow.
With panting breath they chased the deer
With strong relentless feet.
With eight of them there was no fear.
Tonight they would eat meat.
Their yellow eyes could see the doe
As she ran up a hill.
Compared with them she ran quite slow.
Tonight would be a kill.
Much closer now, they heard her run,
Their meal was just ahead.
Spreading out, they knew they'd won.
Soon she would be dead.
But up ahead, full eight foot high
A wall across a field.
She gathered strength, it's jump or die.
This wall could be her shield.
The snapping teeth were at her feet
As she went o'er the wall.
They'd have to find some other meat
If they were to eat at all.
