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