The Wolves in the Air

Wolves enter the brisk morning air,

Jettisoned by a whirring fan,

From a neighboring establishment.

The pack hides,

To ambush guardless victims,

Who stroll unsuspecting,

Into a repulsive encounter.

The she-wolf lurks,

Fiercest of all,

At the forefront,

Smell unmingled.

Half the attack is psychological,

Rendering sense repugnant,

Immobilizing.

The trap is sprung,

The pack howls in triumph,

Then dissipates,

Lingering for an instant,

Game devoured.