I wrote a metaphorical poem, describing Coronavirus as a wolf, waiting outside my house. The Wandering Wolf The wondering wolf is waiting again, He glares with satisfaction and then, He bares his blood-stained teeth at me, From where he hides under the blossom tree. A shiver tingles down my spine, As I see it pace the fence line, I feel like I'm his special prey, So at home I safely stay. My friends are gone, my heart is punctured, I feel as if they've been captured. All the special places are lost, To see them I would pay a cost. My happiness lies on story pages, So I read for ages and ages. I bake cake and draw and play every single lockdown day. Soon I'll be free to spend my money, To see my Nana - she's so funny. When to the ground I'll beat him Then I'll have my victory win. By Flora, Age 10