Night

• Haylea Garrett, Grade 4
• Short Story
• 2016

Every night I hear the wolves howl at the moon.
My eyes stay awake so when I wake up I’ll not be in danger.
The nights are cold, cold as a winter’s day. I shiver as I try to keep warm.
As a shooting star goes by I make a wish.
I want to stay up all night
but I fall into a dream, about the happiness of my future.