Alone in the dark he stared at me, peering out from behind the trees. I did not see him but felt his glare, we were all warned to be aware.
He licked his lips and closed on in, feeling a feast was about to begin. As I turned I saw my fate, knowing now it was all too late.
Mr Wolf had finally found a little child not safe nor sound. But as I scream my final breath, he decides today no death. He pinned me down, looked in my eyes, telling me no one will hear my cries. He made a promise, sealed my fate. Just one more year he has to wait.
For when he feasts on me next year he would like to have me poisoned with fear.