Non Grata (Hungry Like a Wolf)

First off, I’m neither big 
nor bad. Sure, I’ve had 
my share of 
         (sticks, bricks, straw) 
incidents, 
but I wouldn’t hurt a fly, 
even when 
I’m seeing a little Red. 

No little pigs, little boys, or 
grandmothers were harmed 
in the making of this story, man. 

And that’s all there is to it. 

Hey, sometimes a wolf’s 
just gotta 
h      o      w      l. 

             (The moon made me do it.) 

::
In April, she poems.