Sky Wolves

By Taylor Mullin

I looked to the black
Tormented sky
Angry clouds churning
And no light to be seen.
Raw fear and anxiety
Twisting my stomach into knots.

A tornado, but i saw it not as what it was.
Not as a tornado, but as a
Ravenous pack of ash colored
Wolves.

I watched intently as they prowled the
Gray swollen clouds around them,
Shoulders hunched and heads low
The thick fur on their haunches standing on
End.

Viciously charging each other as they
Made their way across the sky, bearing
Dagger like fangs.
Horrid snarls tearing from their throats,
Causing the landscape to shutter.

Howls echoed over mountains, through the trees
Into my own ears
As the pack drew closer.

All the while my family and I
Sat helplessly and defenselessly in our car
As we sat on a busy freeway, attempting to
Flee from the pack.

Even from this distance, i
Could see their smoldering eyes of dim light
Move quickly as the dogs jerked their heads back and
Forth as they circled.

One snatched a farm in its jagged, yellowed fangs,
Uprooting it from the plot of land it once
Sat on and crushing it into a million splintering pieces
Of wood debris.

Such raw power, but not at all merciful.

I gasped, my chocolate brown eyes widening as
I watched the wolves begin to retreat back into the thick black
Clouds, shrinking
It seems,
Until the last dog leapt into hiding,
Its sleek charcoal tail whipping the bulging cloud, causing
That cloud to burst,
And abruptly filling the tired, overwhelmed sky, with icy
Droplets of
Rain.