"Troubles"

"Troubles"

The snow is out and deep,

it looks like layers of wool sheep. 

A puppy peaks his head out,

he sniffs the air ready to scout.

The little brother follows his footprints

that appeared in the snow like small hints.

They carefully step on the white flakes,

raising high their paws not to make mistakes.

They get confident and bold,

merely caring about the cold.

They run and jump and play,

not seeing the storm coming their way.

Rolling on the snow is so much fun,

howling, as grown ups would have done.

Grabbing the branches, shaking the trees, 

blowing snow until they sneeze.

They do not know how far they went,

but their parents can no more smell their scent.

Close to the river that now is ice,

they completely forget the old wolf advice.

They see a fish swimming under the glass,

is it a salmon, is it a bass?

They run above him, playing at catch.

The ice is thin and starts to detach.

The fine layer is breaking up,

and none is there to rescue the pups,

and what is this, why is it so dark?

The clouds have covered the entire park.

Howling, crying, the pups are in trouble,

and the ice has started to wobble.

“Run, run to the levee!”

“I can’t, my body is way to heavy!”

One pup is all right, standing on the edge,

while the other is howling his pledge:

“I will be good, I’ll never run again,

always close to mom I will remain!”

Three steps and a jump, he felt to fly,

someone was lifting him up to the sky!

Lady wolf took him to a safe place,

and stared at them with a furious face.

“Never, never go far,

tell us always where you are.

The snow is fun, but the danger is always around,

it is a miracle that you did not drown.”

The tail between their legs, the ears down,

apologizing to Alpha still with a frown.

Alpha looked mad but inside she smiled,

she once was too a puppy in the wild.