The wolf is wily,
Eyes shining bright in the night.
The sheep, oblivious, baas, unaware,
Unaware of the sight.
The wolf hides in plain view,
Among the flock, quiet as dew.
It has a mission, clear and cold,
To pave the way for Alpha\'s rise, bold.
The wolf lays signs, subtle, yet clear,
Unseen by the flock, the wolf\'s plan unfolds.
It weaves a spell, a gentle hum,
Mesmerizing, distracting, one by one.
The scent of grass and wildflowers sweet,
Veils its presence, a subtle deceit.
Unaware, the sheep succumb to the night,
Their gentle baas, a final delight.
The wolf waits patiently, ears alert,
For the perfect moment, silent and pert.
When the sheep meet their fate,
And Alpha emerges, absolute, complete.