Pups in a Storm
Someday you’ll be the one
To notice the difference
Of pure right and wrong
And grow to be champion
Of soft simple things
Visionary amongst kings
The mother digs dens
For pups in the storm
Protects her crustaceans
When shells are still molting
Remember the seventh
The month draped in Christmas
When infamy took us
Maybe you’ll grow up
Now young and so innocent
You’ll notice the difference
And show right from wrong
- Christopher Matsen
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