Sauntering around the dark wood
The moon gleaming on his back
His dark shadow cast as he valiantly stood
Staring out into his vast kingdom

His glossy coat gleamed in the night
As the wind caressed him gently
His taut muscles displayed his might
Under the winking stars above

He travels alone with only the moon as a guide
Choosing each path upon arrival
Knowing his place with no one by his side
He looks up at the moon and lets out a wild cry

--   (Nicole Foggan
Age 14, Grade 9
Patuxent