Big Bad Wolf? – NaPoWriMo 2016 Day 21

Big bad wolf

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Big Bad wolf?

Prowling, through the bushes, feeling bored
A glimpse of Red caught my sense.
Peering though I saw,
A cute little girl all in Red,
With a Red Riding hood upon her head.

What Luck! I thought.
Finally someone, to talk with,
In this dreary place.
I moved closer, silently
And gave a little tap
On that little head of hers.
‘Hello there’, I said,
‘What brings you over these parts?’

The little girl in red,
turned around and said,
‘Hi, I am visiting my Grandmama.
She is quite old you see’.

Thoughts whirling,
Plans started to form,
Perchance I may have a good feast tonight, I thought.
Grinning madly I asked,
‘Why, that is good of you my dear,
do you need help finding her there?’

‘No, dear sir, Tis no problem for me,
For yonder from here is her house you see.’
The girl replied back, innocence spilling with each word.

Tonight it is, and good for me,
I thought and laughed to myself so free.
With quiet concern I said to her,
‘Well, off you go, sweet little girl,
For there are numerous dangers a prowling here.
But wait, before you leave,
Could you lend your cloak for me?
It gets quite cold here, you see’

Magnanimously, she took her red velvet cloak,
And gave it to me with a quiet flourish.
She strode off then, with the little basket of hers,
And I streaked past, in the red cloak of hers.

Swiftly covering ground I reached,
The house of the old lady.
With the Red Riding Hood pulled up,
I knocked at the door, heartily.

As she opened the door,
‘You are here!’, the old lady muttered,
‘Come in, Come in and shut the door,
We’ll get you cleaned up for supper.’
She said and gestured inside to me.

In I went, with a nervous twitch,
Trying to appear, as a helpful girl.
And when her back was turned,
I swung the cloak over her head,
Hit her head upon the door stead.

Knocked out cold, she looked so old,
But fill my stomach she did so well.
As I wiped my mouth, the door was battered,
With knocks by the little girl who was in red before.

Clearing up the mess I made,
I pulled the next disguise from a closet.
Dressed up as her, the old lady who I ate,
I start to creep into the bed,
Just as she knocked again.

‘Come in’, I shout, in an old lady voice,
And enters she, the sweet little thing.

She arrived, all chipper,
As I ask her to sit, trying to sound mature.
She stared doubtfully and asked this to me,
‘Why Granny, What a deep voice you have!’

‘The better to greet you with’, I reply,
Patting at the seat nearby,
I gesture to get her near when she said,
‘Goodness, what big eyes you have!’

‘The better to see you with’, I said
And gave her a saucy wink.
Seating her on a chair, I start to clasp my paws.
Looking at it, she started to question again,
‘And what big hands you have!’

Growling irritably, I say with half smile,
‘The better to hug you my sweet.’
And get my arms around in a tight hug.
Finally she looked up and gave a little gasp,
‘What a big mouth you have?’, She said a bit concerned.

I start to growl and grinned at her,
Showing all my pointed teeth,
‘The better to eat you with!’, I say with a shout.
A gulp, that is all and in she went.

What a feast for today,
I think dazedly,
All thoughts of future flying away.
‘And now I can sleep peacefully,’
I mutter and cuddle into the sheet.

Yet nightmares plague me,
Of being split into two by a hunter.
I bleed to death,
And the old lady and the little girl escape,
Unscathed from digestion.

Waking up from a long sleep,
I wake up and see, that it was indeed true,
I was split up in two.
With barely a bit of life left in me,
I try to escape for the next feast for me.

NaPoWriMo

NaPoWriMo 2016 Day 21

Just as Rosa Jamila’s poems often sound like they come out of a myth or fairy tale (and not always one with a happy ending), today I challenge you to write a poem in the voice of minor character from a fairy tale or myth. Instead of writing from the point of view of Cinderella, write from the point of view of the mouse who got turned into a coachman. Instead of writing from the point of view of Orpheus or Eurydice, write from the point of view of one of the shades in Hades who watched Eurydice leave and then come back. Happy writing!

I just wrote it out. Again, rather tired from work today. SO didn’t get time to read thorough and check for mistakes.

I simply wrote the a different version of The Little Red Riding Hood, from the point of view of the wolf.

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