Howls Of Nature

• Aafreen Boparai, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2020

My silver orbs of sight,
Reflect the glinting stars.
A crescent glowing bright,
Night lamp’s radiant shard.

My dark fur ruffled by the breeze,
Scents of blossom’s bloom.
Silhouettes of towering trees,
Nightingales’ enchanted tune.

Upon the edge of a peak,
I watch the scintillating sky.
The break of dawn soon to come,
When the horizon will ignite.

I hear a familiar call,
A howl of misery.
The two-legged ones are here,
Pools of red will bleed.