More Than You Know
Snow fell gently, gently, gently
As grey filled the sky and white blinded his eyes
He crouched, always hungry, always prowling.
The "sneaky" wolf climbed from his burrow and took an ever so gentle peak
Visions of summer and the sticky sweet fruit clashed with the endless expanse of delicate cotton
He dreamt of an easier catch, an easier prey, and easier targets
However, night would come and easier only trembled the belly
Rose ruby red, burst the revererie of the hungry hound
He smelled her first, He saw her second
Bud blooming, the red cape stood alone in the world of white
However, the cape was the least of concern
Cookies, Brownies, and other goods filled his nose
He wanted them, he needed them, he had to have them
He had to think quick quick quick
Preening, he grinned, he knew what to do
"My dear, what might you be doing here?"
The smell was stronger, intoxicating
"Delivering goodies for my grandmother..."
The old hag, an easy target,
He watched the girl leave plastered with a sickly grin
Scurrying, Scurrrying, Scurrying he rushed ahead
White on white, the silver-haired streak flashed by
Granny's appeared in the distance, a beam of light and warmth from the colorless day
He knocked, knocked, knocked
Smiling, he watched the granny approach the door
He swooped in and with a flick of his tail,
He gobbled, gobbled, gobbled, her up
And as he sat, his plan started to seem a lot easier, simply wicked
However, he felt, deep in his belly, a knot
Gnarled and twisted, like an old oak,
Frowning, as he heard the knocking of the young child, he knew
Something, Something, Something was wrong
Quietly, he opened the door,
To his sure demise.