What do you think of this poem?
The author is 11, in the sixth grade.
Wolf
The hunter raises his gun-
Ready, aim, fire.
A pointless death.
For a moment he feels triumphant,
Proud that he killed a buck
With the pull of a trigger.
He struts out to retrieve his prize,
But he hears one too many leaves cracking,
One to many twigs snapping,
And as he swivels around-
His heartbeat much too fast,
With goosebumps not from the midnight cold-
He stares into the ferocious yellow eyes
Of the lone wolf.
Too late does he run,
For as the wispy clouds clear
To reveal a yellow full moon
The last sound he hears
Is the wolf’s ravenous howl.
The hunt has begun.
thank you. 
thank you.
Very good. Got a future writing poetry.
Should you use a Snap Swivel for Fishing?