Sheep Among Wolves

In a small town with two enclosed fences,

Be white puffs enthralled and with no senses,

Munching on the grass and forced to one mass,

Yet one had a tendency to speak sass;

A black sheep she shall not be, they naysay

To be a disgrace of rather than slay

As she would out of disgrace for others,

She was loved by all her fellow brothers,

And she too had compassion all the same,

But for the sake of gaining her own claim

That she was on par with the shepherd's staff.

So when she had heard that there was a raff

With sleek fur faring better than her wool,

So much so it was worth more in bagful,

And that there was more they could do than sheep,

From running open in sweet morning's keep

To possessing the most daggered of jaws

That seemed to be beyond natural laws,

Such ferocity they said to possess;

They never seemed to feel the stress,

Except for wondering who shall be prey,

For can have nothing short of a buffet,

Unlike her brethren who feast on sole greens,

Whos bland, strict diet are due to genes;

Truly they seemed better than woolyback,

She heard heat hardly harbors heart attack

To such better creatures who don't give darn

Since their fur is short like a lamb newborn.

Such information infuriated her,

Wretched thoughts her mind would begin to stir:

"Who are these beasts, better than us snow whites,

Outside of bar fence with ferocious bites,

Tuned to display their superiority

As if they have all the authority?

What howl is there that could contest with bleats?

If I could stomp such loud throats with hoofbeats,

I could, I would, and I will with my might!

Maybe I should find these beings tonight,

Find their home and sabotage their one pride;

I'll make them cry while they're teary-eyed,

Lay great waste on what petty lives they've made,

Knock their lives down so low they will degrade!

Us sheep will always be better than thee,

I'll turn that hunting speed to a brisk flee."

Stomping her hooves into the dirt ground,

A wrathfully twisted goal was inbound.

Mercy be to those sheep's ears who caught on,

Far as they knew she had not even brawn;

The idea of taking on a wolf,

Ashen predator known to be aloof,

So calm and collective with every strike,

To go and mistreat one seemed so childlike,

For they feared them much more than them feared they,

Not like the ewe at night who became stray,

Wandered the forest devoid of light,

Guided by her heartless, tempestuous plight

To make these canines never suggest

That gray fur is above her undyed chest.

Trudging through unseen plants of deep green hues,

The she-sheep couldn't help but go on and muse

On how she would have to enact her doom;

But an idea was too hard to bloom,

She had gone out from impulsive unrest,

So she was without a plan in her quest.

It was only luck she saw a gray pelt;

The moonlight had graced her path she had felt,

For the dimmed light shone on an oldened corpse,

One dead old wolf whose body gone through warps

Of age that lead to his decrepit state,

Only bones and fur to show his bad fate,

Eaten away by time till he dropped dead,

At least his fur looked comfy as a bed;

She dared to admit he was once fine,

But such looks would lead to his kind's decline;

With the dead wolf's coat overall intact,

The sheep knew what she could do as an act,

Pretend to be the wolf who hunts bare-fanged,

She'll dress up using him, completely changed;

So that no canine would question her fleece,

Donning the ashen pelt, she'd make some peace,

That in due time she would get to cause smite

Upon wolves out of her treacherous spite.

"What a wonderful sight for me to see,

Fallen and lifeless, you bring me much glee!

You are no more the apex predator,

And with you I'll be a reckoner,

Those almighty souls will be whisked away,

Soon they will never see the light of day!

How dare they come think they're above me,

Those pathetic beasts are nothing but fleas."

Such words so loud came from her boastful mouth,

Sharp ears would hear and approach, all from south;

The ewe almost regretted her own words

When a pack loomed over her by two-thirds,

Cold and unassuming eyes gazing down

As if they would use her head as a crown,

And as to not provoke the massive team,

She kept her mouth shut and tried not to scream.

"Dear sweet brother, oh what be thine trouble?"

One of the wolves asked as they all huddled

Around their small, familiar friend.

"Thou were sick, we had thought this'd be your end,

But here you are, babbling like a hardhead!

Thank the earth that you are not laying dead,

A long rest seems to have done you the best,

We should feast for being so much blessed,

But that will have to wait till tomorrow-

How did you recover from your deathblow

Of illness that was sure to end thy life?"

Their voices surged with care for the sad strife

Of their mate she had impersonated,

Unaware of the she-sheep who hated;

Although she didn't mind such massive misthought,

To keep up this new, steady act she ought,

far too late to withdraw her loathsome scheme.

"Brothers and sisters, look at the moonbeam,

Tonight my life was saved by the bright stars

Of our ancestors who became my spars.

With one shine of the moon I was blinded,

But then I suddenly felt strong-minded.

My life was new, allowed to resume;

No longer did the darkness consume-

Ignoring the present darkness of night-

No longer would I suffer any blight."

Silence filled the wolf-infested forest,

Everyone heard the short allegorist,

Her fake, growling voice pierced each member's ear.

They may know it's a lie was her utmost fear,

Each member's expression purely stone cold,

It was getting rather hard to be bold,

But right now was to either sink or swim,

And she hoped to surely not lose a limb.

"Is it really true you've been bestowed

With the gift of your death profoundly slowed?

Our own, gracious god and spectral, old kin...

gave the divine right to be rid of sin?"

Out came a large figure from the furred crowd,

Speaking out with his voice booming so loud;

Such a voice the sheep utterly despised,

She'd attack him if it wasn't ill-advised,

Talking as if he was above them all,

She swore he'd one day see his own downfall,

For he was the embodiment of what

She strived to wholeheartedly rebut,

As there could no in the world more higher

Then hooved, wooly mammals; This wolf was a liar.

Past her fury, she'd strain out one word: "Yes."

Tail wagging, he seemed to believe the bless,

The tall wolf acknowledge her with a nod

Then lean forward to touch heads with the fraud,

All while the pack of wolves happily howled

And began to lead the sheep as she scowled,

Right to a cozy den under a cave

Where tiny pups rested and behaved;

Watched over by pawed guardians of their kind,

She was allowed in with none paying mind

To the idea her tale was fiction,

Lacking an apparent jurisdiction

That her words and hide were solely pure lies,

So the alpha could speak with gleeful cries

About their member who has rerisen.

"Tonight our friend comes back his own prison

Of what should've been a terminal sickness,

Thanks to our ancestors' graceful quickness.

Moments near death, they choose to revive him,

Saving his dear soul from a fate so grim;

And now I declare that tomorrow we

Will go on a forest-wide hunting spree,

To celebrate our brother's recovery,

And let him rediscover luxury

of red meat and eat up a whole mountain.

We will all group together to scavenge,

Aside from our young and newborn children,

And act as if we abide to a siren,

For we will be led by our blessed one.

Let's help remind him the joy to run,

why we chase the wood's living nutriment,

so that he can be once more luculent."

Night time would fleet to a warm morning day,

The entire wolf pack went into a fray,

Howls and whines ringed throughout the whole den,

All excited for the massive hunt for when

Their imposter friend would lead them to game,

Unbeknownst of the ewe's shameless rush

to get away from them with as much cush.

She found them exceedingly barbaric,

Over a hunt they went too hysteric,

Just for some creature to wither and die;

She had to grotesquely imply

This was the result of their own ego;

She couldn't endure the fright, and so she'd go

Back home to escape their deadly dominance,

Shedding away sense of her confidence;

Or so that was her original plan,

Until she spotted a grown man and his clan,

A group of hunters well-armed with longbows,

Lurking carefully amongst the shadows,

Searching for a kill no matter what kind,

It didn't seem to matter what those men find,

Their methods likely done with overkill,

The sheer sight of them gave her a cold chill,

But also gave her a revelation:

"They could be the entire pack's damnation."

Quickly she'd trot off and back to the wolves,

Happily prancing forward her hooves

Until she returned to vividly announce

She had found prey worth more than one ounce,

Letting everyone circle around her.

"Hear me for I have heard animals churr

And found tow' south an abundant bounty!

I assure you the creatures are plenty,

Mounds on mounds of the most succulent sheep,

Crowded in a pen where the shepherd keep

His most prized possession; unknown to he,

It's gate gapes wide open for all to see,

A bright discovery that's come afoot

On God's mercy which my deep trust is put.

Hark, we must act now to reap this reward,

And on God's good graces we go toward

Our celebratory meal of fresh meat,

Bellies full, satisfaction on repeat.

What do ya say my fellow dear wolf pack?"

The reactions from which she sought to track

In mere seconds joyous eruptions spout.

"What a wondrous idea, there is no doubt,

Let's seize the day and provide for our clan!"

Exclamations of great glee soon began,

“Our sustenance awaits, soon we are saved

We owe it all to God's plan for us paved,

Worry not of hunger nor exposure,

Our newborn's fear quenched with divine closure

Thank thee for thy wondrous discovery,

Now our lives be marked with prosperity!"

And thus the band of wolves left with purpose,

Unbeknownst to the fake's evil service

Straight into hands of tyrannical men

Like freshly dropped seeds into mouths of hen.

Thus began their preparations to go,

First the males as it is dangerous so.

Then the females were to follow behind,

Ready to ambush when given the sign.

The she-sheep watched their plans with great delight,

Ho, their fervor was abuzz, what a sight!

The pack departed with delight in mind,

Their security, safety in a bind.

The she-sheep stuck to the side out of fear,

Of getting slaughtered herself like meek deer.

Onwards into the forest the pack trot,

In their minds, a big feast was what they sought.

They followed the directions of the fake,

Carefully vigilant, to barr mistake.

Towards the forest's edge the wolf pack went,

Soon their rapid speed meant energy spent.

Out the corner of the eye, the fake saw,

The patient men, their destiny soon cawed.

In that direction, she sheep directed the crowd,

“O'er there!" The she-sheep cried and avowed.

The quiet rumbling of paws on ground grew,

Within earshot of the men and they knew.

Guns primed, they saw the first wolf and ‘nother;

Naught thought, they shot, wolf flesh torn asunder.

Dropped dead, one by one, howls fill the night air;

From harmony straight to deep, dark despair.

The fake fled to the side to view it all,

The wonderful sight seeing hunters maul;

Gunshots met the skin of the creatures,

And flew right out of the back, full feature.

Heavy thuds filled the air as the wolves fell,

Cowering behind trees, the sheep had hid,

She heartily laughed adieus in bid;

Soon silence fills the forest of dark death,

Those fleaed mangy pelts couldn't draw one last breath,

Shot from the head down till nothing remained

Their opulent lives were completely drained;

Pride erupted from her, for she had won.

That was until her eyes were forced to don

The sight of a lone wolf standing alone,

unable to peel from the carnage she sown.

Oh, how she wished he was just far away,

But he was so close to the murdered fray,

Hardly the mere size of a full-grown fox,

So close coming to age yet close to death

To where he could let it completely seethe

In that once untainted heart of pure hope

Now shattered with no way to ever cope;

What an strangely awful sight to behold,

For his posture sloped and his eyes were cold,

Such a way his mortal coil nay feigned life,

and he could only move his mouth in strife:

"Why..? Who- Who will feed us now, train us how...

How- how...Why? Why did this happen right now?

Our kin will die for sure, cubs left to rot,

So much we lost for all we had fought.

We were already struggling, oh god,

Why did you have to go make life so flawed?"

Feeling turned to reality and back,

She felt like her soul had turned sickly black,

As if what she had done was very wrong,

And maybe it was, having sentenced an end

To hounds who had only wanted to fend,

Were all these assumptions of her's just lies?

Yes, she intended to cause a demise,

But moral implications were in place,

Ones she failed to assume and now she'd face.

She felt nauseated with heavy heaving,

The sheep couldn't believe the lengths she had gone;

Over misinterpretations she'd spawn.

Rhetorical questions came into mind

As she stared at her shabby pelt, feeling blind;

The fur looked worse under the warm sunlight,

But she'd continue to wear it in fright,

Feeling the sins weighing on her white back.

There was far too much to be unpacked.

...What does she do now?