I
But grandma, what big eyes you have!
That does not make my
vision
any less
narrow
If you knew my
desires
dear
I may see you take
flight
as quick as a
sparrow.
II
As you’re pretty so be wise;
Wolves lurk in every guise
But, if insatiable desires are
human
then what does that make
me?
If I am not human
how can I be
free?
III
“The wolf said, “You know, my dear, it isn’t safe for a little girl to walk through these woods alone.”
It’s that
time
the trees have
begun to
shadow me.
the sun — an aidee
to my
seclusion —
— sundial.
Time lands on me,
and
leaves.
I am the sun’s
death bed.
It only makes my fur
more grey.
Friendship in itself
is a fickle
fiendish
friend
who kills
for his own way
in the end…
IV
“Ah well, no matter what you say
I’m going to eat you anyway”
Hunger is triumphant
Who would have thought?
That my desire for red
is greater than
what the little girl
brought.
Gather round friends
and I shall tell you this
never trust a wolf
even if he
begins with a
kiss.
Published in the KCL Creative Writing Anthology Voices
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