“Don’t go into the woods,” they said. But I was not afraid.
“There’s a wolf in the woods,” they said.
But I was not afraid.
So I went into the woods…
I wandered through the forest and found
a collection of small wonders:
the tattered pages of a book,
a dusty looking glass.
But as the light grew dim and the sunlight faded,
I lost my way amongst the trees.
The birds had eaten my breadcrumb trail.
Or maybe I’m mixing up my fairytales.
Something watched from the shadows.
A low growl.
I froze,, my heart screaming an alarm.
My breath abandoned me. Run! Run!
But I told myself that I was not afraid.
Eventually the wolf found me, cold and alone.
He was a magnificent display of teeth and fur, with yellow eyes
that gleamed with intelligence.
I was grateful he was here. If he were to eat me,
at least i wouldn’t be swallowed by the darkness in the woods,
a darkness i could not bare.
When I returned they told me I was lucky.
“There is a wolf in the woods!” they said.
“There are things more terrible than wolves,” I said.
And they were afraid.
A special thanks to my friend Casey for letting me dress her up in a red cloak and chase her around the woods with a camera.