The Stagnant Wolf. Poem by Changez Ndzai

I saw the hungry wolf,
Down the valley of hope,
It was after that noose puff,
Puff of morning fog lope.

Its pain could be seen by the sniff,
As its bright eyes did elope,
Passing through that gulf,
Gulf of dryness no food loupe.

It did crawled its tail as a dwarf,
Couldn't open that simple envelope,
Envelope of goodies in that scarf,
Scarf of survival for the fittest rope.

As its legs did limp like new born calf,
No strength any more lured its grope,
It did fight for air at least for a doff,
But couldn't see even a dry bone grape.

Who was to save it out of this cliff?
Suddenly sprung out a poor antelope,
Jump out from no where unto its corf,
God had seen the wolf's tears and did wipe.