Occupation
Part 2
By Hippy Hobbit
Days went on slowly, nights seemed just longer,
The 3 wolves were no more the only in the monger.
Hunters came and did not leave, forcing all doubt to just believe.
Many now joined the thoughts of the 3-
How could this happen? How could it be?
How could home, our humble domicile,
Suddenly be run down with evil, and vile?
Some only believed when they had seen the proof,
And the poor pup's leg was the only bit of truth.
It was bandaged and wrapped up thrice over,
Bathed in herbs of thyme and clover.
He walked with a limp, dragging it behind,
Having never had a wound of such kind.
But as the wound started to leave, the Hunters just stayed,
Leaving everyone's hopes tattered and frayed.
But a week later, the pup stumbled on down,
To where the she-wolf and some others were, on the other side of town
Waiting for some friends, with whom he would chat,
When the she-wolf bounded over and next to him she sat
He told her of the Hunter, of how he'd threatened him
And how he'd told him he'd kill him if he seen him out again
Just then wandered over another, a fair young wolf was she
And with the heart if one of the pups who'd gone, her soul would always be.
She asked the little one if he knew where her love had gone?
He shook his head, face sad and long,
For his cousin was gone too, he feared him for dead,
He was like a brother to him (which was how they'd been bred)
He lay his head down upon the bar, when his thoughts were interrupted as the door flew ajar
His Hunter came in, grinning with some kind of mysterious pride
The pup did his best to cover and hide.
The Hunter harassed the she-wolves, and frightened them much,
Before noticing the little one, leaning on his crutch
He laughed and then pulled him up by the scruff of his collar
The pup made no noise- no scream, no holler.
The Hunter then harassed him, laughing and whispering in his ears,
The pup just held steady- to tears, no fears
The she-wolves then got nervous, and one went out to get the Keep,
Thinking that he would be the only one, who could chase away the creep.
He came in and ordered the Hunter out, or to just let the others be,
But to this it did not seem, the Hunter would agree;
He poured his ale over the pup's head, and licked it off his face,
Then grinning and standing he started, to set the new rules in place,
'None of you rats are to be about, after the sun has found her bed,'
The whole lot of them were silent, as this rule was read.
The Keep frowned, 'Lemme see the proof' he growled,
Wanting to knowing if they all had been fouled.
The Hunter handed him the paper, and with a grin on his face,
Jeered, 'You'd better post it... just in case!'
Grinning and smiling, he left the astonished wolves,
Who didn't go on back to their ale, nor start back on their bread loaves.
Quietly, but quick, the Keep read it through
Dismayed to find out that the strange rule was true.
Everyone started talking, their voices filled with woe,
Their spirits never having felt this low.
Their hearts seemed to sink to the ground,
Their once carefree souls now where forever bound.
Evil had come, and would not depart,
Breaking nearly all, except the strongest of hearts.
The little one knew his pack would stay strong,
Would keep fighting 'till they were dead and gone.
He and his friends now left the inn
To go tell they're family that war would begin.
Part 2
By Hippy Hobbit
Days went on slowly, nights seemed just longer,
The 3 wolves were no more the only in the monger.
Hunters came and did not leave, forcing all doubt to just believe.
Many now joined the thoughts of the 3-
How could this happen? How could it be?
How could home, our humble domicile,
Suddenly be run down with evil, and vile?
Some only believed when they had seen the proof,
And the poor pup's leg was the only bit of truth.
It was bandaged and wrapped up thrice over,
Bathed in herbs of thyme and clover.
He walked with a limp, dragging it behind,
Having never had a wound of such kind.
But as the wound started to leave, the Hunters just stayed,
Leaving everyone's hopes tattered and frayed.
But a week later, the pup stumbled on down,
To where the she-wolf and some others were, on the other side of town
Waiting for some friends, with whom he would chat,
When the she-wolf bounded over and next to him she sat
He told her of the Hunter, of how he'd threatened him
And how he'd told him he'd kill him if he seen him out again
Just then wandered over another, a fair young wolf was she
And with the heart if one of the pups who'd gone, her soul would always be.
She asked the little one if he knew where her love had gone?
He shook his head, face sad and long,
For his cousin was gone too, he feared him for dead,
He was like a brother to him (which was how they'd been bred)
He lay his head down upon the bar, when his thoughts were interrupted as the door flew ajar
His Hunter came in, grinning with some kind of mysterious pride
The pup did his best to cover and hide.
The Hunter harassed the she-wolves, and frightened them much,
Before noticing the little one, leaning on his crutch
He laughed and then pulled him up by the scruff of his collar
The pup made no noise- no scream, no holler.
The Hunter then harassed him, laughing and whispering in his ears,
The pup just held steady- to tears, no fears
The she-wolves then got nervous, and one went out to get the Keep,
Thinking that he would be the only one, who could chase away the creep.
He came in and ordered the Hunter out, or to just let the others be,
But to this it did not seem, the Hunter would agree;
He poured his ale over the pup's head, and licked it off his face,
Then grinning and standing he started, to set the new rules in place,
'None of you rats are to be about, after the sun has found her bed,'
The whole lot of them were silent, as this rule was read.
The Keep frowned, 'Lemme see the proof' he growled,
Wanting to knowing if they all had been fouled.
The Hunter handed him the paper, and with a grin on his face,
Jeered, 'You'd better post it... just in case!'
Grinning and smiling, he left the astonished wolves,
Who didn't go on back to their ale, nor start back on their bread loaves.
Quietly, but quick, the Keep read it through
Dismayed to find out that the strange rule was true.
Everyone started talking, their voices filled with woe,
Their spirits never having felt this low.
Their hearts seemed to sink to the ground,
Their once carefree souls now where forever bound.
Evil had come, and would not depart,
Breaking nearly all, except the strongest of hearts.
The little one knew his pack would stay strong,
Would keep fighting 'till they were dead and gone.
He and his friends now left the inn
To go tell they're family that war would begin.
