The sheep wondered why
Wolves tried to get by
Wearing the clothes of a sheep.

Even a sheep eye
Sees the wolf in the lie
‘Cause some secrets are too dumb to keep.

In order to solve
This weirdness of wolves
Some sheep took a great howling leap.

They wore all wolf clothes
But as far as that goes
They soon threw them off in a heap.

The sheep quickly learned
Wolf clothes should be burned
For their itchiness burrows in deep.

The sheep happily chose
To share all their clothes
And befriended those wolves for quite cheap.

They say you’re what you are
Because of what you can’t.
Well, that won’t get you far –
May I invite you for a rant?

If all you see are cans and can’ts
Then you’re already in a trance
Of no sense – nuisance – no chance.

They’ll fill you up on don’ts and dos,
They’re all to full of lose-lose views,
Refuse their calls to be confused.

If only you see through their ruse,
There’s more of you that you may choose
To build – to learn – to use.

There’s Truth and then there’s right now true.
Pull all things into what you do.
What you are is not just you.

Make a mask
That you may ask
What you want to be.

A fearful face
May be replaced
By one of bearish glee.

I might hide
My prickly pride
Inside a trusty tree.

If you despise
Your old disguise
Then wear the starry sea.

In the end
What you pretend
Is likely what you’ll be.

Illustration by MM.

Silly, silly little Lily
Couldn’t help but dally-dilly,
If you tried to speed her any
You were sillier by twenty.

Really, really you were silly,
Rushing, rushing little Lily,
You with all your worry, worry,
Time’s not really worth the hurry.

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The Moon came home too soon, too soon,
The Moon came home too soon.

The crickets cricked a gloomy tune
Of starling stars long since marooned
And asked what she could do.

She knew the stars had left to try
A different life than the night sky
And liked it out of view.

She raised her anchor and set sail
As all the heavens cracked and wailed,
“Tum gid fuh crum pahoo!”

The Moon came home too soon, too soon,
The Moon came home too soon.

The ghostful forests missed the stars
(As they helped calm them in the dark)
And wept the whole night through.

She caught a storm and came in fast,
She snapped her lines, she broke her mast,
And even lost her crew.

The Moon came home too soon, too soon,
The Moon came home too soon.

She lit the night with all her might
And still she goes on giving light
For stars, the woods, to you.

The Moon came home too soon, too soon,
Moon finally came home.

Illustration by MM.

Rukkamus Hubbins got straight to the point,
Missing every other thing.
Getting your wants will oft disappoint
And we should find that bothering.
Rukk did no winsome wandering,
She only went
Exactly where she meant.

Now I know you know
That’s known as dull.

If you follow your plan to a t
You get a plant,
Which may be all beautiful blooms and leaves
But won’t even be allowed to believe
It might actually blooming leave.

This Rukk could see:
She wanted more than she could see.

So she greased her feet
And when on to defeat
Her pretty plans all nice and neat,
She slid and slipped her way off course,
On into the unendorsed,
Ringing unheard bells,
Meeting several of herselves,
And hitting many hidden points as well.

It’s good to know your wants and follow through,
But sometimes your plans should follow you.

Drawn by Tasha S.

Illustration by TDK.