The Lettered Cubs



Wolves were at your door

Seeking you out as one of their own

The elaborate embroidery of your ink

Shows an icon of gold and silver thread

Stitched lovingly to create

The image of a lifetime

Blue and purple hue in twilight

From the beauty of your form

Lining the den of your lettered cubs

Revealing picture postcards

Tea on a Lacey table

With chat to eat

And gossip to nibble

Fame yes a delight

But no not just for you

He rummaged through your pages

And esquired you

Immortal always

Bound in leather with ink!

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