Poets

The rain came in torrents as the wet monsoon raged. The Shewolf pups headed south, that’s what they had gauged; Drenched to the bone, with a raging river to ford; They now wanted to cross, without losing their hoard.

The pack was growing stronger with each passing day, They wanted their mother, but continued to play. The time had now come for them to renew their hunt. It wasn't love; it was inner drive, not a stunt.

Before the floods came, Shewolf abandoned her brood. She did it to survive, this showed She was quite shrewd. They had learned what they needed; now they were alone. They stayed put when She left, they were now on their own.