3 Defenders

Only a house made of bricks stands No straw or sticks anchor walls no undercurrents of menace within no spirited chaos, a sin Brick house tempered by grist, resists Let the Wolf strut, bluster and boast his breath crystallized 'gainst a brick house that gleams frozen terror to those within No wind to blow his conscience clean only discontent, foolish that puts the pack on edge Huff and puff, a stately growl A brick house defangs rapacious howls Price of entry, sutured by good deeds A wolf's high strung dive into a boiling pot his darker side inferno 3 little pigs forsake composure, dance like a jumpy silent film But not every wolf melts away Still, a dwelling menaced stands like a magic tale with bricks of truth for a glittering house liberty's gift star shines, on a hill Poem composed: February 13, 2021