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wolf at the door

 


pockets
empty

cupboard
bare

not a
crumb
found

stomach
a-rumbling

wolf at the
door

invited
him in

"SIT
A SPELL."

when he
wasn't
looking

took his
head

wolf stew
tonight

ring
the
dinner
bell
Written by buddhakitty
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