I Cried Wolf Twice

Perhaps it is all in my head

But in that case, I do dread

It may just be too hot outside

The Sun blares upon the hillside

I made sure my flock is feed

Now I may go back to my bed

But I hear a howl

I pray that it just be an owl

“Wolf, wolf” I cry

I wish not to die

I did hear a snarl and growl

But my friends gave me a scowl

I swear to all what I saw

Its thick and long jaw

Its vile black fur

But its seem now like a blur

No, the image maybe raw

But I recall a hideous claw

They left me with a whack

And then it came back

“Wolf, wolf” I screamed

Perhaps it was something I dreamed

They left me to become a snack

To hang off the rack

Perhaps they were right

My head felt so light

I cried wolf twice

With nothing but sheep and field mice

When the wolf came in sight

I gave him no fight

I knew it was not real

As my flock became a meal

Devoured one by one

And came to me when done

I was not sure how to feel

And I could do was squeal