Calls Of The King

• Georgia Solomon, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2012

Calls of the King
Silence cloaks the forest
A stoic King
Alone, unreachable
Softly does sing

His calls go unheard
His face unseen
And he leaves no trails
Where he has been

He moves like a ghost
Foreboding, never there
Searching for something
That he misses by a hair

So high he travels
To star-light ground
The wolf raises his noble head
His howl the only sound