You blend in so well
all mean looking
but under that ruff exterior
I know the truth.

Through your life you dance
the dance of the wolf
while secretly dreaming
of comming back to pasture.

Safe within the pack
secretly shaking all the time
you don't back away
and you never run in front.

One day I will unzip your wolf Costume
and show the world how a

mighty sheep can howl
at the moon.


Penned by my hand on the 12th of Haernos, in the year 112 MA.