Last One Standing

A Poem by ShinobiWolf

I smell the ground

It tells of another close by

My ears perk at a sound

Carried in the pale blue sky

His amber eyes demanding

To be the last one standing

His tail aloft while his head is low

I'm challenged in my icy domain

Filled with unforgiving crimson snow

I'm ready for a fight again

My own eyes burn with a violent understanding

Wanting to be the last one standing

His charge is quick, but so is mine

Fast, brutal, gray lighting

We clash in a flurry of fur so fine

The ground caught under our fighting

A puff of fur, a splash of crimson

The other is gone

I make it clear to all surrounding

I will be the last one standing