I met a wolf in a forest.
He was cold and sad.
Wolf was bad and bored.
And our green eyes met.
I smiled at him
And held out my hands.
I called him "Wolfie"!
He raised his ears.
"Cute Wolfie come to me!
Please, don't be sad!
I know, you will not bite.
I know, you very kind."
Wolf came to me quickly.
I was not afraid of him.
His fur is prickly.
He let me touch his neck.
I felt a very cold smell.
Wild beast was close on me.
It was like fairy tale
I ask him "Come with me!"
I will bring you home,
Where is dish will pleasure.
Where the hearth will warm.
And my heart will treasure.
My Wolfie
© Copyright: Мила Краш, 2022
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