Wolf

Sheep gathered in the moonlit field, as I watched from the grassy hill...
I tried to be silent, stealthy, and crouched; remaining perfectly still...
The hunger swelled up inside me; urging me to kill...
Tonight I would eat well...
I would get my fill...
Instincts took over and I began moving in; looking for the young and weak...
I spotted a lone, lost lamb in the grass, and I proceeded to causally sneak...
I felt no malice, rage, or blood lust...
Only an urge to survive...
But when I suddenly heard the man yell, "WOLF!"
I had never felt more alive...