Go Canada.


The other wolves stare at me,

Their uneasiness and fearfulness

Clouding their judgement

As they stare at me

From where I stand.

As I was up toward them

I try to sort out all the confusion

And fear in my mind,

Trying to understand

Why half of them

Feel so helpless

Like myself.

They fail to see

That I can understand all they feel.

I feel their fear,

I feel their hate.

I feel their gains,

I feel their defeat.

I feel all their losses.

But fear outweights

All the other feelings I feel.

-Elizabeth Whittaker