Attila, Lone's best friend
Is a puppy I can see
Floppy black ears
and curiosity
for everything new
for the wolf in his soul
He'd run in the grass
and take on a role
play with a stick
Attila relied
On his spirit and masterful
courage inside.

He'd nap with his friend
and unconsciously
Know how he felt
used telepathy
Wrestling, took on a
genuine bout
The Wolf and the Dog
with nothing to doubt

Nature they shared
It was part of the game
They frolicked together
well that was their claim
Innocently howling
barking, for they
Just played,and relayed
all the fun of the day.
Having fun in the snow
It was clear, there was cheer
and the love it did flow
and no doubt it would grow


His bitch, and their brood
All 6 he had viewed
Attila, the dad
still a bit of a lad
He took on that role
a proud enough soul
His fatherly sphere
was just being near

Till a black feathered
friend
Took to playing about
Attila looked cagily
Really in doubt
She was splashing
around
in the water she found
Looking bedraggled
a lout almost drowned

Using the water
that his pups should be drinking
Really what was that Raven bird
thinking!

Attila then found a sweet little Deer
He loved it, and played with it
fired up with cheer
Where the dandelions roared
and danced in the breeze
He and his fawn became
friends with such ease
Whatever the species
if a big heart is there
and is open and vital
Then much love to share