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. 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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