Lynne FincherSpringarden


Wolf At The Door


The wolf is at my door
His knock consumes my mind

He has a basket on his arm
I'm running out of time

I peek through the window
Of my hopeful side

I peer into his basket
I simply want to hide

How can I be much braver
The wolf is growing big

He's eating up the garden
And even ate the pig

My chickens are in mourning
Because he stole their eggs

The horses have all run away
Why must I stand and beg

Please go away you wolf
And give us all a break

Please leave us to our sorrows
For there's nothing left to take

Submitted: Monday, April 29, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, April 30, 2013

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