Danielle N. Calhoun

WOLVES AND STEED

Many white flakes falling to the ground
Not a single one making a sound

One lone unicorn with white gold horn
Travels this place as winter takes 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 lone wolves of the strongest breed
Two lone wolves that follow her lead

They keep going and then she is alone
Where did they go where have they gone