Wolf

The waiting is putting me

In deep meditation and back to no world...

The blue grass,

The green skies,

The pink fluffy bunnies

Are all there to dance around me?

Or they traded jobs…

With the wolf?!

Gracious angel stated

That the voracious quill defected;

So, to replenish it all

Into the dragon lair we went

And golden wool we spent

Was for the filoplume quill

To be forged anew…

By the wolf!

The dragons I left in the kitchen,

Smoking weeds with granny,

Played cards and bones

Without Mrs. Jones;

While Red Riding Hood makes a bed cover

Out of the huntsman's pelt…

For the wolf?