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