by Brandi McG

A wolf runs through the night
Lit gently only by the moonlight
A spot of dark brown among the trees
This wolf runs free; where ever she may please.
With grace she flies over the snow
The others watching in awe wonder where she shall go.
She stops under the full moon, lit by the wisdom and light
And sings a song of all her plights
A song of the sorrow throughout
And the joy of solving them she feels without doubt
A howl of anger and forgiveness
A howl of sorrow and moments; joyous
A song to the chill on the night wind
A song to the moon; always there

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Well Done
by: Mrs. McNeil

Brandi has done an excellent job, and we are proud of her,

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