In the woods
I see it licking its lips.
Glowing red eyes in
the woods staring at a calf;
a small growl came;the wind
is howling. I stroll to see Goldie.
But the wolf was nice he gave
me tea. He sparkled in the
light. And showed me where
To go in my desperate need.
I gave him cookies while he was starving.
Never juge a book by its cover.
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