The Cottage

A tolme keen named Ninna’s wont to walk -
With lutrine, brownish fur and dauntless speech;
His sense about the folk that gladly talk
Is joined by charm and many skills to teach.

In Shaentha paired with Vakna as his mate,
His favorite town’s arranged in shops and homes.
As trees and lakes near coastal sands await
For him, he thinks of folk and gladly roams.

Though living with his peers of fur and paw
Is not without its fights or social strife,
The chatty, tolme women strongly draw
His ire; These gals disrupt his peaceful life.

There lives a tolme gal who's apt to frown -
A gal named Klaenna shows her raucous call;
She’s purged dissenting, cackling words in town
Inside the group or any place at all.

Though in this group exists a chosen chief -
A chubby, brownish tolme apt to trot;
Her forceful, selfish role through words and grief
In town by tolme gals is duly fought.

“Her baking leaves quite much in skill to be
Desired” says Zhinna’s there – a gal so slight
With smugness talks inside her group of three;
Her talk is quite a sad, unseemly sight.

“She doesn’t mend or stitch her family’s clothes –
In spite of what she’s truly wont to do”
An younger Daena then intones. She shows
Her short and fuller form within her crew.

“That might be so my dear but this she’ll not
Accept” says Mounna showing strong dismay.
”I think concerning Klaenna here we ought
To give her yet another chance today.”

“You do no favors to your friend, your flock
Or friends” the man named Ninna then declares.
“And at some point, you’ll surely need to talk
About the scorn she hides in her affairs.”

The youngest gal named Zhinna says, “She’s known
In town from wealth and fame she sharply grew
And shares with local gals her gifts renown.”
They nodded firm at news they claimed they knew.

“Don’t say I did not warn you” Ninna says
And waves his paw while walking towards the street.
The group of gals are cross with sad displays –
Still full of anger’s strong and latent heat.

As loyal gals do pass the boring days;
They follow right behind their lady chief.
While doing chores or crafting there with praise,
They made their gossip known through firm belief.

These daily deals maintained through passing time -
Until on quite a fateful day their chief
Was absent from their meal in midday’s prime;
The nosy gals found Klaenna through their grief.

They saw a gal with Klaenna dressed in white,
To their dismay - outside her home to make
Some lively chat; This gave them all a fright -
And caused their very ruffled fur to shake.

“They’ll wait for me inside the cottage of
That aging crone” the gal named Klaenna moans.
“They have not much to do and surely love
Me more than talking to a pile of bones.”

“They cannot measure up to saintly style
You bring through clothes I make with pride and skill”
The gal named Taekna shouts. The manic smile
Of Taekna shows her laugh so harsh and shrill.

Dejected then, the group of gals retreat
To sit inside the cottage as they wait.
As Klaenna offers paltry food to eat
She still receives a most appealing plate.

While plating all the food with eager aid
From tolme gals, a rap upon the door
Is heard – the aging Mounna finds is made
By Ninna’s knocks – the man they met before.

The older Mounna asks, “What brings you here?”
“I asked for him to meet us here” Replies
Young Daenna there. A chair for him that’s clear
She brings and sets a plate with food supplies.

As Ninna looks at Klaenna’s face again,
He gives her quite a snarky, puckish grin.
While squirming in her chosen seat is when
She then decides to raise her snout and chin.

Through anger Klaenna yells, “Is what you bear
Your words to say to me?” while crossing both
Her arms in dismal rage. She tries to scare
Young Ninna there with all her chest’s new growth.

“You’ve said far more than I would need to say”
The clever Ninna says. “The gals that sit
Around you only lean upon your sway;
There’s no respect, but fear that fails to quit.”

“They notice I’m a pillar of this town!”
She says with quite a haughty, pompous look.
“My strong, enduring mark and great renown
In truth can never, ever be mistook.”

“Well, if you’re such a village pillar then
It’s built on gravel” Ninna sharply speaks.
“You lean upon the things that gals and men
provide – withholding much from them for weeks."

“Your mien is loathsome” Daenna then proclaims
“Inside this house are only friendly folk;
Your haughty, vain, deceitful acts and claims
Are shown through harsher truths and trust you’ve broke.”

Like bratty, angry teens that moan and howl,
As Klaenna leaves - with Ninna much preferred,
Is forced to leave and makes a bitter scowl
Upon her face without another word.

The day grows full and happy gals adore
Delicious meats and treats that Nin provides;
The man’s quite lovely mood gives even more
Than bold and candid speech he surely guides.