Where Wolf? by Anita Bretha Freshair

It's too toxic a world
For the birds and the squirrels
For the bees and the weeds
For the boys and the girls

In your day, there's no way
To know what your exposed to
But it's quite safe to say-
Many things you're not s'posed to

So anyone, any place
Can be chemically injured
Causing chemical sensitivites
That cannot be cured

This was the fate of Karen Canary
As a chick, she got sick
The toxic world
Makes her weary

There's more to her story,
Much more but here's some:
She never thought
"Someday my prince will come"

Independendent, yes
But also a cynic
...treatment after doctor
after hospital after clinic...

She was a canary
Not a free flying dove
She was trying to live
Not looking for love

But there's something funny
When you're doing that living
There are days when it's sunny
There is love to be giving

A wolf has keen senses
He's loyal and strong
He's fearless, protective
His bonds are lifelong

So when Canary met Wolf
He was a Goddess-send
She had someone to care for
And on whom to depend

He keeps up his guard
It's no easy task
He sniffs out trouble
While she wears a mask

"Where Wolf?" she'd ponder
"Will we find some fresh air?"

"In a wheeled home you can wander
We'll find some, somewhere"

So they built a small home
with fenders of chrome
All their meals are on wheels
And they found room to roam

A place that's safehaven
For the weeds and the bees
Safe for birds and for wolves
For frogs, flowers and trees