By Soren Zittergruen
Decorah, Age 9
First Place Youth Non-Fiction
Deep in the woods,
luminous from the fog and the shadows of the trees that tower above.
The only light came from the moon and the crackling fire.
A slight breeze blew.
A twig snapped. Leaves rustled.
Silently we looked uphill into the forest.
There was a horrible sound, halfway between a sneeze or a cough,
and the bark of a dog.
We stared, antagonized into the woods.
It coughed once more,
and with a flash of grey it disappeared into the woods.
Not much later we heard a deep, low howl.
We all knew the coyote was the only animal that eerie, and that wild.