by Sophia McMurray age 9
(This poem is dedicated to Eve. My wolf that I adopted from Wolf Haven.)
The moon is full and the pack is howling. They’re on the hunt and the leader’s growling. They look so graceful in the night as if they were getting ready for flight. In the den the pups are playing some are romping and some are laying. In the wild they look so free, I feel like wolves are a part of me. They flee so fast like a flash of light, they look so bright in the moonlight. The pack does well, they bring back meat, all of the pups get enough to eat. As long as there are wolves living in the wood all is well and all is good.