Curiosity

A sight of wonder is towering over us. Beautiful is the sight of a stunning full moon. Mixed with the suspicious cry of the great wolf, calling to his friend. I sit there wondering what I did to deserve the chance to see such a gorgeous view. Why should I be able to experience this wonderful scene? With the ruff wind tossing my hair, I walk towards the immensely huge trees above. At the tree line I stop.

“What’s in there?” I asked myself. I have never had the courage to pass the first tree. I take one more step. Suddenly a howl fills the cold, dark, tasteless air. Once again my fear takes over. Taking a step back I see the enormous, beautiful full moon once again. Questions fill my curious mind once again. In amazement of the wonderful full moon I take five steps closer into the trees, and all life in it. Buzzing in my ear, a mosquito tries to taste the blood from my skin. I wander into the tall towering trees. Another howl rings through the sky. Clinging to a tree’s wide trunk, I think about going back. I look back at the mesmerizing moon, and take a few more steps.

By now I’ve been walking for at least 5 minutes. The trees start to thin as a clearing comes into sight. I decided I have walked far enough, for it was dark and I did not want to get lost. I find a break in a thick tree and settle in that spot. I pull out my notebook and pencils out of the pocket on the inside of my jacket to jot down some thoughts. Another howl slices through the air, but this time it was chased by different howls. I look up from my work stopping the dancing my pencil was doing across my paper. Running across the clearing was a pack of wolfs. The last one stopped and sniffed the air. The clearing wasn’t that big but if it started at me I could climb up into my tree as high as I could go. The beautiful animal stopped in mid sniff. Putting my notebook and pencil into my jacket I got prepared to start climbing. I found a hole that would fit my jacket. The wolf turned its sleek head. Frozen from the sight of the gleaming eyes. Turned into a steam locomotive, my heart was racing across the country. The wolf finally ran after its family. I now go to that clearing every full moon to see my mystery friend. To this day I still wonder why the wolf stops to see me