Once there was something, sly and unseen,
Dancing in shadows, too quick, too keen.
The wolf would lunge, his teeth sharp as knives,
But the something would slip, forever alive.
He snarled, he snapped, in vain did he chase,
Yet the something would grin and quicken its pace.
It mocked with a laugh, a flick of the tail,
Each time the wolf tried, each time he would fail.
It made the rabbit's eyes clear and bright,
Freed from the fear of the wolf's dark bite.
And it made the dog laugh, a bark full of glee,
For the wolf could not catch what was wild and free.
The wolf's fury grew, his patience wore thin,
But the something just smiled, refusing to give in.
It danced on the edge of the wolf's snapping jaws,
Untouched by his power, defying his claws.
So, the wolf howled, enraged, full of spite,
Yet the something just vanished into the night.
No matter how fierce, no matter how fast,
The wolf would always be chasing the past.