Wolf poem
By Chloe B
Howling in the glistening moonlight
waiting for my friends to call back.
I assert: “to my friends listening, call back
and let me know if you are listening to me.”
Running freely in the night ducking underneath the trees.
Dreaming about what tomorrow will
bring and what adventures will unfold.
I awake to a screaming, tasting of terror,
My forest friends are in trouble.
I rush outside from my cave and destroyed
trees lie massacred everywhere, broken.
My tree friends now have nowhere
to call home anymore. Will they do
something to my home?
I can’t howl at the moon all night long in private.
No more going on the rocks and howling
to my heart's content.
My friends are going through an
irretrievable breakdown.
They have nowhere else to go. This needs to stop!