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!
The Optimistic Rhymer 