Where the Wolf Pups Play

There’s trouble in the forest Where the wolf pups play In between the trees Down in the holes with the predator’s prey Brews mischief mixed with magic Brewing for days Vindictive little fluffs hiding in their holes Biding their time while pups played over the knoles Oblivious to the devious chatter To the pups nothing seemed to matter As they yelped and they played None seemed dismayed Thus mothers and elders never stopped to ponder If any of these pups decided to wander Neither here nor there Never thought to be caught in a bunny snare For the pups were brave From watching the elders all day Although the forest where they play Could also be their grave One little glance The pup only had half a chance Before giving chase A deadly race Against little white prey in haste Of leading the pup to what could be waste Passed the rabbit hole and down the knole To a patch where the Phoenix eggs usually hatch Lay mistress Belladonna calmly in the shade Here is where the usual predator would be persuaded into prey