“The Boy”

Long ago, a little poppy was born in a barn. 
She did not have a name, she did not have a mum.
She liked to play, but never barked.
She loved to roam, but not in the dark.

Her pows were short and her eyes were wide,
her hair was black and really bright.

One day for fun,
she left for a run.
She did not know how to come back,
and found herself within a wolf pack.

Things got serious, she grew up,
and she became the head of the pack.

As the stars gathered through the night,
she heard a sound that made her fright.
A child was crying cause he was alone,
she went there flying like he was her own.

She knew the forest was not for a child,
too many risks, to much wild.

She told the others to stay away,
the others frowned and stayed that way.
The child was happy to be with her,
he crawled up warmly within her fur.

But she knew she wasn’t his mother,
and he needed one like any other.

She put him on her back,
and started going down the track.
They saw a village with many people,
they reached the top of a steeple.

From up above he saw his farm,
and with a smile he waived his arm.

They run and run down to the route,
He called his mom with a shout.
The wolf barked too, cause she was glad,
while the boy looked at her a little sad.

“Oh no boy, you do not cry,
stay here, and always smile.
Now you are home,
among your own.
While the forest is mine,
and the wolfs my shine.”

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“The Snow”

The wolf is walking down the trail,
when she sees something white on her tail.
A snowflake has fallen down the sky,
and many others will follow by. 

“Where is the sun, 
where is the fun?
Why is it winter” the wolf asked,
while her pows walked very fast.

She does not like the winter much,
she prefers the spring with flowers and such.
The wind is blowing, and  seems to say
“I am bringing more breeze, better be out of my way”.

She runs and runs, until she finds a shed.
She thinks that could make a nice bed.
She does not know someone was already there,
and she does not know how to share.

A man arrives, with a sack and a hat,
he also has a nice white mat.
He opens a tent, he lights a fire,
he does not know the wolf admires.

The night arrives, and the clouds have tears.
The wolf is cold, and feels some fears.
He moves close to the fire to warm up,
but the man is scared and fires up.

“No, don’t fire”, the wolf barks out loud,
“I am here only to protect from the cloud”.
She doesn’t run away, 
she sits down to stay.

The man understands the wolf is not bad.
He rises his hand and gives her some bread.
A piece of fish, a piece of meat,
the man gave her all she wanted to eat.

The fire, the friend, the warmth and the food,
the wolf had completely changed her mood.
The snow was white and a lot of fun,
she suddenly forgot all about the sun.

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