Mama wolf counted – One! Two! Three!
Of her sons wailing under the fig tree
Cries of hunger led her to yell
Her cri de cœur was a fail
No answer! From anyone in the pedigree
Hunt was the hour of the need
To forestall starvation of her just-born kid
She roamed the woods
For something, anything, but before dawn
Had found a barn before her concede
Unable to spot a herder after a sweep
She counted: One sheep! Two sheep! Three sheep!
She had singled out a lamb
But her eyelids began to slam
And she fell asleep