Naive
A cunning, thin man
leads a pack of wolves
to steal the little darlings of Ashley, Kansas.
A magician of sorts
who pins up tents and forts;
piked up deep in the forest for youth's entertainment...
only...
Naive little darlings of Ashley, Kansas.
Poor little souls who knew no better.
A slipping, foul tongue behind his lips.
Tranced to walk, wonder, follow
the cunning, thin man.
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