~Will Manchuso, Class of 2023

It’s nine at night

The dark causes fright 

I hear my dog growl 

And then comes a howl

I cannot believe the howl came from my dog

My dogs make a growl meaning the howl came from the fog.

I bring my dog in the through the door

He tracks mud all around the floor

I settle in and look through the window

I can hear and feel the wind blow

I look through the fog and see a pair of eyes

Then I look into the skies

And up there is a full glowing moon

It looked like a cartoon

I looked back at the creature

And it no longer made a feature 

The wild, a beautiful sight

And that’s when I said goodnight