I.
Quaraun sat in his pink silk tent,
Rain drummed softly, thunder low,
His thoughts like smoke, serene ascent,
Fur pelts beneath, a gentle glow,
Peaceful in the storm's content.
Soft the thunder, slow, slow, slow,
BoomFuzzy breathed, slow, slow, slow.
II.
The hookah's tendrils curled in air,
Calm and steady, each breath he drew,
Echoes of dreams lingered there,
Night's embrace, the world anew,
Quaraun watched with tender care.
BoomFuzzy slept in deep, deep peace,
GhoulSpawn beside, deep, deep peace.