Bedtime Loving

(ohw! ohw! ohwwwww!) The wolves are out tonight. “Tread lightly”, echoes father’s words, “and stay clear of their sight”. Excited by, my first hallo to stars and moon so bright. Excited him allowing me, to come out on this night. Caref’ly, had I listened to, the lessons that he gave. In underground my classroom had I sat and well-behaved. Now here, amongst the shrubbery my small heart pounding proud. Near the husky voices of, the wolves in packs so loud. Silently, on hinds we rise, with noses in the air. Detecting in, which way they’ll path, not tempting to go there. Crossing the bridge at Hunters Lane; father leading way. And there, under the bright moonlight, we scout our waiting prey. “Tread lightly”, echoes father’s words, “and stay clear of their sight”. Once home; upon our rodent dish, my first true trophy won. Small eyes now flutter sleep. My father heart so proud. “Tread lightly”, echoes father’s words. I blow the candle out.