She’s opened a halfway house for wolves,
you know, a place for rebel lobo hearts to
make a better choice before the hunter’s
ax falls. Grandma makes a mean morning
(vegetarian) meal, and some days it just feels
good to stretch your legs in the sunny woods.
The neighbors aren’t all that happy, of course,
and every once in awhile they have to call
in reinforcements, but overall, the 12-step
program’s working. Red’s a bit broke, but
she’s still got her cloak, a laurel wreath, and
some furry friends slowly learning how
to deny their canine teeth.
Prompted by Magaly’s Poetry for the Cruelest Month, day 11.