Escape from a lying wolf
I was a she-wolf
Hurt and injured by traps
By hunters and maniacs
I found a herd of sheep
They took me in
They sheltered me
Their wool warmed me
Their kindness soothed me
Their numbers protected me
But there was one sheep
He stayed closer
He listened harder
He provided more
He was different
His wool seemed fake
His heart out of place
His bleat so gruff
His knowledge too great
I healed, I waited, I grew
Until my strength was renewed
Until it was time to leave ewe
A grateful she-wolf
Thanks to befriended sheep
But it was time to leave
For wolves are not sheep
With a humble heart
I returned to my pack
At home thinking back
To memories en masse
To that different sheep
Who had kept so close
Right by my side
A protector, a guide
All the time thinking why
All of my knowing saying
He was a wolf in sheep’s clothing
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