Voice Of The Wolf

• Caitlyn Bell-Torevell, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2015

Hear my cry if you dare
For in my sorrow, no one will be spared
You took my cubs
And now you'll pay
Never again
Will you see the light of day
Come to my den you will
Seeking some kind of twisted thrill
But no one will hear you
Where you lay
Because it is not yet
The light of day...