Against the Wolves

 


Into the shadows

Of broken trees,

Walks a little girl

With broken knees.

Angry at some,

Afraid of none,

Longing for her

Grandma's embrace.

Stalked by the

Big bad wolf,

Poor Wolfie

Didn't know

She had a gun.

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