Wolf

You needn't look at me like that.
Your grandma isn't dead. She's
At the grocer's, and I wear her
Clothes because I want to be with
You. You're always warned to stay
Away from me. I am the “big,
Bad wolf,” but I'm here in a
Nightgown, looking stupid.
Can I be that bad? I never
Planned to eat you. What I
Wanted was you at my side.
I'm sick of plodding through
The forest on my own, and
Having every half-wit taking
Shots at me. I want someone
To hold me in the darkness,
And to speak my name,
Instead of shouting, “There
He is!,” someone who's
Beautiful as you beneath
Your crimson riding hood.
Oh, go. Your grandma
Isn't home. Your eyes are
Wide and filled with fear.
It makes me very sad to
See you look at me like that.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-10-18 at 15:03

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