Little vixen, you minx, tease or
tasty morsel. If only the wolf could
talk, what would he say? Interesting
to know what his mind was wrapped
around. Little Red Riding Hood comes
to his forest and exacts revenge for his
natural behavior of animal lust. His need
to consume and dwell as head of the table.
Little Red Riding Hood taking his life for
the life of her grandmother as the wolf
was resting. Minx, little vixen, red riding
whore. What would the wolf say if he
had the gift of speech, would he condemn
Red or own up to his foolish acts?
Take it personal or let bygones be bygones?
Treat Red with weary respect or fear
her merciless hand? Take the heart of the
hunter who comes to her rescue or let
Red win this one? What would the
wolf confide to a captive audience?
Only the wolf knows, and he’ll never tell.
Day 7 – This poem is a myth – NaPoWriMo with Magaly Guerrero 2015
Artwork – artist unknown