A rabbit ran across my path.
I chase releasing all my wrath.
Having wandered from my pack.
I pause a minute to look back.
Feeling scared I sniff the air.
A strange new scent is lingering there
The smell of smoke, of blood, of pain.
I sniff the air once again.
And then the call I know so well
It has a ringing like a bell
A howl is rising from my pack
I turn around and then run back
It�s wonderful to know they care
I ran fast, like a flare
I realize even through stormy weather
A pack should be together.
Sarah Beuderl
Age 11
Meadowlark
YWA Writng Workshop
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