In the hidden depths of the woods, a thought lingers:
“If wolves can disguise in sheep’s clothing, could sheep wear the wolf’s guise?”
In the tangled maze of secrets, where truth blurs,
Do gentle sheep cloak themselves in the wolf’s shadow?
Or does only the wolf, in its solitary prowls,
Embrace the sheep’s guise, to set the prey in a deceitful array?
Oh, inquirer of mysteries, amidst the predators howls lies the prey in disguise.
Reflect upon this notion, where the dreadful seems harmless.
wolves among the fold? Or Sheep as wolves
In the enigma of life, stories untold.
pen power 