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
Copyright © Adrianne Short | Year Posted 2020
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