A Wolf’s Truth

Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #343

Words:  wild, cajole, practice, close, heap, means, wolf, small, kind, cringe, called, blight

He calls out to assemble
the others of his kind
by means of a head up
howl 
in the night. A wild gray
wolf so close to their houses,
people cringe when they hear
his plaintive cry. Small-eared
and long-legged, he lopes
off with his mate, as is their
practice, to search for prey.
He is uninterested in humans.

Little Red Riding-Hood would have
you believe she was cajoled
by a wolf–as far from the truth
as wolves eating grandmothers,
kindly or otherwise. Heaps of
versions have been written,
all a blight on the wolf
species. Never trust a girl
in a red cloak.

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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3 Responses to A Wolf’s Truth

  1. MYRNA ZACH says:

    or a wolf in sheeps clothing

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  2. Mama Pajama says:

    lol – love that conclusion! nice tone throughout. : )

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