How kind of you to notice my lovely new fur coat,
No need to look at me like that, I promise it’s not stoat.
Oh look at you, your little face, I know just what you think.
No need to worry so my dear, neither is it mink.
You know I have reformed, I’ve done my days of rabbit.
Although I am ashamed to say, I can’t quite beat the habit.
You see, although I know it’s bad to kill and skin an ermine,
I thought that I, perhaps could wear a different kind of vermin.
You know I wouldn't harm a creature small and cute,
But feelings change when I see a great big hairy brute.
So though you see me draped in fur, no need to feel so sad,
No one’s going to miss this wolf who was so big and bad.
Poem ©2014 George Kirk
Illustration © 2014 Loretta Schauer