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The Aerial Hunt

He arrived before dawn
Excited, and anticipating his first
Aerial wolf hunt.

The morning mist formed
Frosted Crystals on the
Already Frozen snow.

Pine boughs, heavy with
Freshly fallen snow
Dusted the ground beneath the weight.

He had been anticipating this day
For several months, since his Alaskan friend
Had invited him.

He boarded the plane,
Took his rifle out and attached his 30x scope
To the barrel mounts of his rifle.

Nothing would be able to hide.
The sound of the plane would scare them
And his super scope would zoom them in.

With killing on his mind
He did not notice the beauty
Of the Alaskan Wilderness,

Neither did he see the pack
Leave the den area where seven pups
Were waiting for family and sustenance.

The omega wolf stayed behind
To carefully watch the pups
And await the return of their family.

Flying low, the plane occupants
Searched with binoculars,
Intently watching for movement of any sort.

Meanwhile, the pack moved quietly,
In single file, searching for food
To feed the pack and ensure their survival.

As the plane rounded a stand of pine trees
The occupants saw the first of several wolves
Walk into the clearing.

The plane lurched low,
Terrifying the pack,
And the wolves started to scatter,

They panicked from fear,
And instead of running under cover, back under the pines,
The alpha pair and two others ran across the clearing.

The plane swooped down over the frightened wolves
And chased them until they could not
Run any longer.

The snow was deep and even a wolf
Cannot run forever
Under those circumstances.

Panting with exhaustion, they slowed
To a walk, caught by the deep snow,
As the plane landed beside them.

The mighty hunters jumped out
Of the plane, running after all four
Of the exhausted wolves.

Before they killed them,
They jumped on top of the panting, tired wolves
And threw ropes on them.

They terrorized them and tied their mouth’s shut.
Then, they aimed their rifles into
The hearts of the magnificent animals and murdered them.

The experienced killer noticed the lactating wolf
And he killed her, anyways.
He could have cared less that her pups needed her to survive.

They decided to follow the tracks of the wolves that had scattered
And made it safely, back under the cover
Of the pine trees.

After an hour of searching
They came upon the “haunt.”
They were thrilled with their luck!

The mighty hunters crawled into the den
And killed every one of the pups.
They also killed “omega wolf” as he tried desperately to protect the pups.

The remaining pack members stood on a remote hill
And howled a mournful howl.
They smelled fear and death and could not return to their home.

The mighty hunters could not believe their luck.
The visitor remembered the lactating wolf and wondered,
But said nothing.

The visitor also felt a pang of sadness and guilt
At the thought of killing all the pups,
But he did not want to appear weak so he brushed it off.

After all, they were only “stupid animals.”
Someone was going to kill them,
So he justified his actions.

The wolves stayed on the hill for several days,
But hunger forced them to hunt, again,
Though, the pack was never the same.

The plane landed and another excited hunter arrived.
Would this be his lucky day
To kill his first wolf?

The Aerial Hunt

Catherine  Howell

Joined February 2008

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Dedicated to every hunted, frightened, terrorized animal…

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