Without a Trace

7th grade Poetry

Jagged rocks rolling and tumbling, green grass swaying in the wind. 

You never know what a mountain holds, 

Behind one corner or the next.

The mountains resemble the icy tundra, freezing everything it touches, 

In night, rain, or day. 

Something is lurking in the grass, looks like a wolf, from the look of the creature’s face, which was fuzzy and I think I heard it howl.

 I only saw it for a second,

 It wrestled around in the overgrown grass for a moment,

 then disappeared into the night without a trace.