This one was actually from a prompt I sent her: "wolf status". She sent me a lovely poem in reply, describing wolves singing in the boreal forest. But it got me thinking along somewhat different lines, and here's the result.
He's a high-status wolf, this one
lounging beside the path:
diamond stud in his right ear
gold ring in his left,
a brocade waistcoat,
and spats on his hind paws.
A real dandy. And he's coming on to me,
asking where I'm from,
how old I am,
and where I'm going --
all the usual wolf questions.
"Grandma's house," I say,
not wanting to admit it's to the Mall.
But this wolf is having none of it.
"You look lonely," he says.
He wags his tail like a big dog,
cocks an ear. "Take me with you?"
"No way," I tell him. I'm not having
anything to do with these wolves.
Everyone knows how that ends.
But I feel his eyes follow
my red cape through the forest.
I remember his amber eyes,
his silky ears. I know
tonight he'll end up in my bed.
I'll call it rape, and show the scratches.
But no one will believe me.
He's just that classy.
lounging beside the path:
diamond stud in his right ear
gold ring in his left,
a brocade waistcoat,
and spats on his hind paws.
A real dandy. And he's coming on to me,
asking where I'm from,
how old I am,
and where I'm going --
all the usual wolf questions.
"Grandma's house," I say,
not wanting to admit it's to the Mall.
But this wolf is having none of it.
"You look lonely," he says.
He wags his tail like a big dog,
cocks an ear. "Take me with you?"
"No way," I tell him. I'm not having
anything to do with these wolves.
Everyone knows how that ends.
But I feel his eyes follow
my red cape through the forest.
I remember his amber eyes,
his silky ears. I know
tonight he'll end up in my bed.
I'll call it rape, and show the scratches.
But no one will believe me.
He's just that classy.
5 comments:
Excellent.
--J.J. Markin
I can just hear that silky voice. Sigh.
blinks
Someone's reading?
"Someone's reading?"
Duhuh. Silly seal.
Powerful.
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