Nature Untouched

Deep in the woods beneath the overgrowth and moss

Guarded by the massive roots of an ancient tree

Placed a stone cavern used as shelter by innocence lost

So far in the forest only inhabited by the living fur

Born to those who wander on four paws

Occupied now by a young rebel

Splattered with fresh mud from a playful hunt led by an excited wet nose

Here came an exhausting end

For a wolf puppy as pack leader he liked to pretend

In the cave he trotted without a thought or two

Expecting to catch a wink or a few

Hoping soon to wake up among more wolf pups ready to play with his energy renewed

Just before the rise of the moon

But much later after noon

The pup was awoken but not by mortal words spoken

Neither by another wolf pup curiously poking

Inside the cave materialized another fuzzy creature

This sniff wasn't sloppy

Instead there were whiskers that tickled

Stirring the puppy and putting this other furry in a pickle

For this new critter wasn't considered a friend of the wolf to play

But something for this young predator to chase as prey