J.B. LeBuert Poems

The return south went quickly and was now complete.
The village was near; the pack knew well, where to eat.
The miners weren't afraid, because they saw no threat.
The gold was so plentiful that they didn't fret.
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The humans were encroaching on their hunting ground.
They'd have to send a dire message, which would be found.
They didn't want to fight or start a deadly war.
They were only three Shewolves, but were used to gore.
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A country so far away
And for this we will pay
They don't want a democracy
They'd rather have a theocracy
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Several years after the Black Death plague had arrived,
The Shewolves had not only survived, but they thrived.
Those who came to check on the village also died.
This ended the gold rush, it had been cast aside.
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As boys do play out in the rain
And never mind the wet
Their mother's worry of the chance
The colds that they might get
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The villagers were up in arms again with dread.
After burying the feisty artist, some said,
that it's about time, every damn wolf should be dead.
They vowed to slaughter all the wolves, before they spread.
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The immense cave they had found was better than most.
Each Shewolf had her own comfy chamber to host.
This year the snow came south to this forsaken land.
Hewolf was anxious and tense, but still in command.
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The pack was growing stronger with each passing day,
They wanted their mother, but continued to play.
The time had now come for them to renew their hunt.
It wasn't love; it was inner drive, not a stunt.
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I.
Today she came at the break of Dawn,
Unlike other days when she came at Dusk.
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The arduous trek was now over for this year.
The old den was rehabbed and now brought some good cheer.
The three snuggled more now, they were happy and dry.
A cave was better than sleeping under the sky.
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