The wolf and the innocent

Innocence cloaked about her
as she stepped outside her door
forest thick around her
off to visit granny poor

each footstep took her deeper
into the great unknown
tracked by a silent creeper
who knew she was alone

'step this way' he beckoned
with a smile and a wink
her body, lithe and fecund
his brain could barely think

'these flowers smell much sweeter
than those along the path'
his intention was to eat her
she, too naive, to do the math

She moseyed off politely
picking posies as she pranced
her scent still lingered slightly
as he pounced upon his chance

to granny's house he bounded
and burst into her room
old lady was confounded
as he did her consume

he lie down in her clothing
under covers he was tucked
shook off his self loathing
and crossed fingers for best luck

the girl she came a knocking
just as surely as he'd planned
she found his features shocking
as his body she did scan

he jerked up from his slumber
and ate miss innocent
slow and unencumbered
his essence immanent

no one came to save them
from this feral, hungry beast
but can you really condemn
his nature's perfect feast