Ayr Academy: Amy Ferguson
People crowd the vast area,
With screaming children and awed expressions,
But still I stand amongst them, feeling distant.
She stands alone with hollow eyes and watches me,
And I hold her gaze and follow her movements. Silent but deadly.
Ironic how she seems so cold veiled in her warm fur.
She moves towards me with accurate movements,
Like a queen, walking formally to her death.
I imagine she feels trapped,
Being confined in this place which may well be her death place,
She stands a mystery that will never be discovered by humans
A lone wolf.
by Amy Ferguson