Last Day of School

He gazed out from among the trees,

the gazelles running freely;

He remembered when he was part of that crowd,

when he would roam those grassland halls;

But, he had graduated today,

To a whole new level of Life;

He felt a sudden tinge of nostalgia,

wondering how he could move on alone;

There was movement in the trees, and he saw,

Others of his class, looking at the same view;

He felt a smile deposit on his face, and

He closed his eyes as a tear rolled down;

He wasn’t alone, for there were more like him,

And they would hunt together now;

He was no Lone Wolf, he realized

the entire Pack of Wolves of Astana,

is by his side.

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