The Twilight Beast

• Joe Huang, Grade 5, Blaxcell Street Public School
• Poetry
• 2016

Excellence Award in the 'Word Zone 2016' competition

A lone, solemn figure,
trudges through the damp grass,
fleeing from the vicious killer,
and searching for some mass.
The bloody wolf with its battle scars,
slows down with relief,
it looks up and sees the bright stars,
the perfect time for some delicious beef.
Alas, the brave animal,
smells a great scent,
the smell of a dead animal,
in which the mammal went.
The bruised beast,
leaped in delight,
and happily ate the feast,
on the day of twilight.