sheep graze, silent bleet
shepherds walk on tepid feet
pale sight soon to greet
malevolent roar
cloven hooves may click no more
red eyes wreck the door
rotted fur, scents life
pole that swings the mighty strife
blood of two, one knife
wind blown fur, ripped skin
Lamb's crying, herdsman's hard win
ewe's pain, wolf's dead grin
gray sheep, keeper weeps
his flock, the wolf never sleeps
herd, beware...wolf leaps

5/8/2026
The Words That Got to Me
'malevolent roar cloven hooves may click no more red eyes wreck ...' - I felt this was the strongest part of your poem, showing the havoc the wolf wreaks on the flock.
Suggestions / Possible Tweaks
I think this should have been filed in Poetry - you can do that by going to settings and choosing that at the time of posting or afterwards, by clicking on your name, pressing on my works and editing. Tepid feet - I found tepid an odd choice here - did yo mean slightly warm? I wondered if a different word might express the shepherd's life better - e.g. tired, tireless, brawny, sturdy, strong etc. 'scents life' - Did you mean sense life? I couldn't quite catch your meaning here.
I liked the way you showed the Shepherd's determination against the wolf. Your description of the killing scene was very powerful.