Five wolf pups sleeping soundly,
Dreaming fantasies to dull their pains.
Every morning they woke to play
With new defenses in their brains.
They dreamed of screamed beratement,
Careless running through the trees,
Getting lost in friendless spaces,
Or simply flying away, free.
Fears and desires breed
The strangest images in wolf pup heads,
The seeds of future habits
They’ll follow, fight, and feed.
Meantime, another day for playing
Running on in spite of what they’ve seen.
Poems and Short Stories 