Eric Marcarelli

Software Developer, Writer, Painter

The Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing

August 08, 2010 by in Poems, Writing

Out where the rolling red meadows meet wood
Roamed a starving wolf who’d hunt if he could,
But weak as he was, with hunger so deep,
He couldn’t outrun the pasturing sheep.
The wolf knew in the pen he’d have his pick,
But quickly met he the sharp shepherd’s stick.
So the wolf sunk to the ground deep in thought;
When he rose it was a sheep suit he sought.
That night he moved as a sheep to the line,
Soon to sample his feast: fat, filling, and fine.
But for sheep the shepherd hunted as well;
To sheep went the blade, but ’twas wolf that fell.

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