A Cautionary Tale
Little red riding boots hang from tiny laces
on a hook on a wall,
a warning for my granddaughter.
I would tell her,
there are wolves everywhere.
I would tell her
that there are empty boots everywhere.
I told her that the Fairy Tales are all true.
Yesterday while walking
we found several pairs of empty footwear
some merely discarded,
but other’s obviously the remains
of a new grizzly tale now unfolding.
The little girl looked at me and grinned.
To my astonishment I see now
that her teeth are strong and very sharp,
and her eyes glint with a wolfish
anticipation.
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