Mama's Wolf
There once was a wolf
Who appeared as a cat
But his mother
Knew better than that
He bound off as a kitten
Down the side of the bluff,
Lured back by Linda's treats
Mama scolded and loved on him
As she cried her way back to the house
Mr. Wolf had found a home
In our pride
Alpha he was, and let everyone know.
With a swat to the nose of Stallone
And, on occasion, keeping Coyote in check
But to his girls, he loved and deferred.
On his back he would lay
With splayed legs
While purring at 528
On his chair we would play
As he lunged up
With a head butt and a love bite
Mama often used him as a dust mop
But he was always her pride and joy.
He snuggled her neck in the morning.
In the chair they would cuddle at night.
Yes, he was her boy
From that day of the scoldin'
Till the Lord saw fit to take him home
As I dug his grave with my tears
The years whirled through my mind.
Then the Father gently whispered
That in all He creates, His spirit resides.
That Wolf, with his regal winter mane,
Sits proudly in the palm of His hand
The Lord giveth
And the Lord taketh away.
Blessed be the name of the Lord.
**Bye-bye buddy. Mama and Daddy were blessed to have had you in our lives.
See you when we get home.
© 2016 James Kellogg. All rights reserved.
There once was a wolf
Who appeared as a cat
But his mother
Knew better than that
He bound off as a kitten
Down the side of the bluff,
Lured back by Linda's treats
Mama scolded and loved on him
As she cried her way back to the house
Mr. Wolf had found a home
In our pride
Alpha he was, and let everyone know.
With a swat to the nose of Stallone
And, on occasion, keeping Coyote in check
But to his girls, he loved and deferred.
On his back he would lay
With splayed legs
While purring at 528
On his chair we would play
As he lunged up
With a head butt and a love bite
Mama often used him as a dust mop
But he was always her pride and joy.
He snuggled her neck in the morning.
In the chair they would cuddle at night.
Yes, he was her boy
From that day of the scoldin'
Till the Lord saw fit to take him home
As I dug his grave with my tears
The years whirled through my mind.
Then the Father gently whispered
That in all He creates, His spirit resides.
That Wolf, with his regal winter mane,
Sits proudly in the palm of His hand
The Lord giveth
And the Lord taketh away.
Blessed be the name of the Lord.
**Bye-bye buddy. Mama and Daddy were blessed to have had you in our lives.
See you when we get home.
© 2016 James Kellogg. All rights reserved.