Twilight is ebbing, fading to dark
Daylight long since snoozing
Little wolf child fighting sleep,
His incessant idle chatter, and
Continued boisterous bouncing
Are his weapons wielded skillfully…
Eventually the chimes strike
With weapons discarded
The real battle begins…
Howling loudly, denying his need to sleep
The child screams and kicks,
Pleading and crying, demanding and yelling
Though mercy is not his
Tucked up tight, cuddled close
Our own war tactics
Beginning to gain precious ground,
Stories and fantasies woven through the dark
Spoken by a lullaby soothing voice
The night is soft and filled with sorrow
Though the sorrow is calmer now
Not violent with wild cries and furious screams.
Of a battle fought and lost…
As his moon friends bid him
‘Sweet dreams and good night’
The wolf child’s eyes close softly
Relinquishing hold on today, he sighs
We smile and watch in wonder
Few sights as amazing to behold
The wonder of a sleeping child
The night is quiet and in my arms a child sleeps,
Succumbing finally to exhaustion.
Though painful it was to hear his cries,
Feel his rage echo through out the house,
The balance is restored and as he sleeps
I am overwhelmed with love.
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Submission Name: Wonder of a Sleeping Wolfchild
