Through the Eyes of the Wolf
My granddaughter was never told the Hood Family Curse-
A curse that has plagued us for years –
When the moon is full the wolf comes out –
Sadly, my granddaughter, Red, learned the hard way-
She was on her way to visit me-
Or so she thought-
Really, I was on my way to hunt her-
My inner wolf was released by the moon-
I knew the wolf would spell her doom-
But I didn’t account for the huntsman accompanying her-
I was forced to sneak behind them as they made their way to my home-
So, I decided to go in my room and fool them in darkness-
As they entered together I requested to see Red privately-
Since the lights were off she did not see the evil-
Not the fangs, the fur, or these eyes-
Yes, the story you heard is true-
Because the only one to leave my room was I-
Now it’s time for the huntsman to learn the truth.
-Jorge A. Lopez
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