Wolf Stories


They’ve gotten a bad rap, 
really,
all that huff
-ing and puffing and blowing 
things down and making little 
pigs and boys cry, and 
dressing like grandma 
and eating people.

(Calm down now, 
it was one person, 
and after all, she had him 
seeing Red.) 

Whether you’re made of sticks 
or bricks or straw instead, all
that sputtering is just so much 
spit. 

Sometimes a wolf’s just gotta get
down with their 
(big, bad) 
selves and howl. 
(Hey, maybe the moon made them do it.) 

With all those 
(my, what big) 
teeth they have, they could’ve 
done a whole lot more damage. 

And gotten away with it. 

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2 Responses to Wolf Stories

  1. Marie Elena says:

    I don’t know what gave you the idea to have a fractured fairy tales theme going, but it is brilliant. This is just wonderful writing, abundantly entertaining, and sooooooooo you! And “seeing red” HA!!!!

    • whimsygizmo says:

      Thanks so much, Marie. These come in droves, when they come. I’ve written many in the past, too. I think when Robert says “story poem,” I just go down this (breadcrumb pebbled, yellow brick road) path. 😉

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