Musings of a Winter Wren

Monday, October 17, 2005

THE TRUE ENCOUNTER

“Wolf!” cried my cunning heart
At every sheep it spied,
And roused the countryside.

“Wolf! Wolf!” – and up would start
Good neighbours, bringing spade
And pitchfork to my aid.

At length my cry was known:
Therein lay my release.
I met the wolf alone
And was devoured in peace.

~Edna St. Vincent Millay

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