The Unseen Wolf

Lonely and in coldness Mice hiding in burrows Alone with no sunlight “There is no wolf” some cry But the wolf is quite real Real as the sun itself Waiting for him to pass While the wolf lurks for food Cares not for colour or gender “My pups won’t be hunted” But he will follow them And find the older mice Whispers of deaths linger Growing like a long snake In every part of land “The white mice have brought him” Some say this, and fight them But white mice face death too The field is quiet The forest is silent Green with no white or brown “No mouse has seen the wolf” It lives in the shadows Leaving bones and silence Disguise by wearing leaves To have better chances Of him not finding them “Leaves are dangerous” Leaves have no hint of harm And are there as disguise Lonely and in coldness Not seeing other mice Waiting for the huntsman “The huntsman can kill mice” He rarely murders mice And is our only hope