"The Pack"
This is their fierce circle.
They range round the bloodstained snow.
Reclining
on hairy paws.
With their claws and
things sharper.
They wouldn't like the comparison
With their costumes
in yellows and blues.
Their fastidiously applied war paint.
And the chanting that
comes with the territory.
Carefully orchestrated moves
to bring down the big game.
They wait and wait.
For any sign of weakness
and then pounce.
They range round the bloodstained snow.
Reclining
on hairy paws.
With their claws and
things sharper.
They wouldn't like the comparison
With their costumes
in yellows and blues.
Their fastidiously applied war paint.
And the chanting that
comes with the territory.
Carefully orchestrated moves
to bring down the big game.
They wait and wait.
For any sign of weakness
and then pounce.
Authors Note: Dedicated to some cheerleaders of my acquaintance. This poem appears on helium. To see how it was rated, go to the site http://www.helium.com/items/1536165-poetry-on-bullying
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