A Magical Night, Part Three
He could see in Tom, a wide-eyed stare,# and in Lea, tightly-drawn lips.
And now that they were there,# he, Jamie, was not scared at all.
He hardly had time to puzzle over# how strange this was, when he saw something move# in the distance.
He could just make out some shapes# moving towards the opening in the trees.
It was the wolves!
There were several of them,# maybe ten or twelve, maybe more.
All at once, there was a cry.
It was a sound unlike any other;# a cry, a howl, a lament.
The strangest, eeriest sound# Jamie had ever heard.
The wolves thrust their heads back# and they were calling#, calling up to the sky,# to the moon.
Jamie thought it was the most beautiful sound# he had ever heard.
When they drove home,# he could not sleep any more.
He felt he had witnessed something# so mysterious that he needed space in his head# to think about it.
Tomorrow he would get a book# out from the library.
Maybe he would write a story about wolves.
One thing he knew for certain,# a wolf-howl was nothing to be scared of.
It was the most wonderful thing# that he had ever heard.