Wild Run Poem by Teagan Bateman

A calming silence fills the cold winter air,
A soft cool breeze blows against my skin,
A calming feeling wraps around me,
This is where I'm meant to be,
This is where I want to be,

In the wild,
I am untouchable,
I am free,

The call of the wild is strong,
But not as strong as the need to run,
The need to stretch my muscles,
To feel the wind on my skin,

Sounds of something coming fills my ears,
The crunch of paws on the snow is a welcome,

Shimmering yellow eyes meet mine,
Beautiful white fur blends in with the snow,
A black wet nose stands out on its long snout,

Others follow close behind,
A pack,
My pack,

A deep howl fills the silence,
Others join in,
Then we're running,
And running hard,

Wind whips against my skin as I run,
This is the feeling I live for,

Here I am free,
And here I am alive,
This is where I'm meant to be,
And this is where I make my stand to stay.