“Silver Fish”

The sun is up, it’s time to raise,

let’s wake up the pack and start the chase.

But where to go? what to do?

The noses are up for a better view.

Down the hill, close to the river,

there is the water that makes you shiver.

“Silver fishes are swimming to the sea,

to catch one we just need to knee”.

The moms start the hollo,

encouraging the pups to follow.

Tiny and curious they come out of the den,

excited and furious they run like Cheyenne.

Lady wolf leads the way,

howling the other to catch the pray.

The tail is high, the ears are tense,

and the hope is all in her sixth sense.

“Some is swimming, some is going around,

but how is it possible they don’t make any sound?”

And while the poppies wonder with their tail,

the grown ups make sure not to fail.

Yes, it is there, the silver fish,

it is all they wanted in their nightly wish.

A splashing noise, a scratch with the nail,

and the fishes end up into the alpha male.

After the feast no worries no more,

the wolfs fall asleep on the shore.

Only the pups are still up and play,

reliving what it was this adventurous day.