Army 12 dead, 31 hurt in attack at Fort Hood.

I approached the seemingly deserted community with caution. Every fiber of my being was telling me to turn and run away from this place. Even the white wolf and the rest of the pack seemed to sense the strange energy coming from within it. Tugging at my hand with his mouth and whimpering nervously the white wolf tried to pull me away from the encampment.

The edges of my quivering lips…

Just a short poem about music.

The sound of an alto.