A Strange Tale
Little red riding boots hang from laces
on a hook on a wall,
a warning for my granddaughter.
I want to say that there are wolves out there,
that abandoned footwear are occasionally found
in the backwoods.
I don’t want to scare her
so I just mention that not all Fairy Tales are true.
Today while we were walking
we found several discarded children’s shoes
along a forest path.
I shivered
suspecting a new grizzly tale unfolding.
The little girl looked at me and grinned.
To my surprise I saw for the first time
that her teeth were very strong and sharp,
she was drooling,
and her eyes glinted with a wolfish anticipation.
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