"A Wolf in the Dollhouse" by Brandon Shaffer
A wolf is in the dollhouse;
No one knows why.
Leaving no room for a mouse.
The fox we do try.
The fox, very unintelligent,
Places gold in our hands.
I, the centaur, wise and violent,
Watch our bag ever expand.
The wolf sends a wink.
He is finally done.
The fox's possession soon shrinks,
It is we who have won.
Or maybe it was the creator who won;
His hand reaching in to grab our small souls.
Swiftly the wolf and I spun
The fox seized through the large window hole.
We laughed and we jested.
I was us who escape.
Our luck has been tested.
We leave the window no longer agape.
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