The Mexican Wolf

Latin America Special Issue



Words by

Johanna Holzenkampfer, age 10

Pictures by

Bella Hinton, age 11

Translation by

Rafael Molina Pulgar

Narration by

Carlos Navarrete

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When the snow falls in the volcanic belt
You’ll find me in the pine-oak forest
A deep abyss in my eyes

As I prance around
The moonlight catches my silvery fur
Turning it into an endless glinting substance

The snow is 10 inches high and growing deeper
The trees darken as I gallop
Leaving my prints in the snow

In the heart of the forest
The winters are freezing cold
I howl to the moon

The Mexican night calls to me
It summons me out of the forest
I start my descent, back to the beginning