Oct 2008 - Morrison's Academy

English
S2
turned, and looked towards the cliff.
Where was her third child?
The deluge continued. She edged
cautiously towards the precipice and
stared down into the raging torrent
below. A few feet down, the third tiny
scrap of fur was hanging onto an
overhanging ledge for dear life. In
the mother’s mind, there was only
one thing to do. Inch by inch, she
descended. Inch by inch she crept
down the slippery surface. Every last
ounce of energy was being
expended to save her baby. Just as
the little one’s grip started to slip, the
mother, fighting through the pain
barrier, extended her neck and
grabbed the flailing kitten in her
mouth.
Inch by inch she hauled and tugged
the tiny terrified kitten towards the top
of the cliff. Inch by inch the mother
was becoming more and more
exhausted. With the wind and rain
whipping at her, she put every last
scrap of strength into dragging her
little kitten to the top. With faltering
steps, she staggered over to the bush
and slumped into a heap beside her
loved ones. She was worn out with
fatigue but her family was safe.
Erin O’Kane S2
The Wolf
A petite parcel of fur
Blind in all aspects
Diminutive and incensed yips echo around the forest
The siblings combat for food has begun.
A flying whirl of grey – blue colour pursues its quarry
The cub recedes into the fog as the rabbit gathers pace
Being but four months, this Warmth is still infant.
Nonetheless there is an altered existence soon to arise.
The nights draw in and the days grow short.
In the den the Change is lamenting its past existence
The harsh wind groans as the warmth evolves
This ruthless winter will change the Warmth to Bitter forever.
The Bitter pursues its prey, a new - made gleam in its eyes
The deer runs swiftly, but The Bitter is swifter.
The throat is slashed and the pack is fed.
The Bitterness howls with pleasure.
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A number of bars separate the Lament from the world.
Wide eyes stare at the mammoth machines screeching past
Their speed impossible, their ‘life’ undesirable
The Lament howls for the life it will never live.
Though the Petrified can run, the machine can ‘run’ more.
Ugly beings lean out with large black cylinders in their arms
The Petrified moans as the legs grow tired from racing.
A thunderous crack fills the trees as the Dead crashes down.
I look to see the Thing with its emotions so incredibly varied
Fear pounds through me as I draw nearer to the carcass
Its infancy was so innocent ….its future was so undetermined
The Wolf is as terrifying as I have always dreamed …
Lindsey Macdonald S2