Red Riding Hood's Fate
He glides his eyes to one side of his head.
Awaiting her move it’s a hesitating glance.
He
moistens his lips with eagerness.
Her pondering broken,
she’s aware of his presence.
Her pondering broken,
she’s aware of his presence.
The
dark coat,
a huge mass,
the jowls,
canines sharp.
A snarl or a smile?
a huge mass,
the jowls,
canines sharp.
A snarl or a smile?
She
bats her eyelids in helpless defence;
pulls her cloak close to her chest.
He glides closer, darkness
covers hers.pulls her cloak close to her chest.
She is aware now this wolf will devour her.
By Shirley Petri