you tell that big bad wolf to go back to sleep
all his huff and puff is boring me
what would a monster want with flowers?
what do those old gardens have to do with ours?
you quiet down now with all that bluster
some silly kid really got you this flustered?
I ain’t doin’ nothin’ but climbing my tree
but I keep finding a big bad wolf sleeping next to me
Day 305 – Big Bad Wolf
The 365 Poetry Project 