My dear wolves and dear lambs -
We had enough of schemes and scams,
Of brawls and arguments and stands,
Of fighting to the bitter ends,
Of silences and angry howls,
Of butting heads for minds and souls,
Of chases, ambushes and traps,
Of daily flips and flops and *****,
Of laying low and playing dumb;
Please change, or else - the hounds will come.

How often those that help us aren't the ones
That we've been praying to - but other gods and angels
Who hear our prayers in reruns
And, out of curiosity or anger
Or love
Come from above
To Earth moonlit and glowing
To give us what, without really knowing,
We asked them for;
In their bliss divine,
They play with our words
Until they shine
Like bright and hot - but far to distant - suns.
How often those that help us aren't the ones.