Danielle N. Calhoun

WHERE ARE THE WOLVES?

Many white flakes,
Falling to the ground,
Not a single one,
Making a sound.

One lone Unicorn,
With white gold horn,
Travels through the forest,
Where winter takes its hold.

Walking along
A narrow path,
She walks along,
Not looking back.

Soon she feels,
That she is not alone,
She turns around,
And her eyes behold.

Two gray wolves
Of the strongest stock:
Two mighty wolves
That follow, and don’t stop.

They keep on going,
And then she is alone:
Where did they go?
Where have the wolves gone?