My mother surely knew
lurked along that path.
She had to know the world's
filled with wolves, that their special
habitat is a forest
where little girls walk alone.
She dressed me
in the color of raw meat, she filled
my basket with warm-scented goodies
and sent me specifically
into the woods. A long way
into the woods. For years, I believed
it was wolves
that I had to beware.
Lois Beebe Hayna
Lois Hayna (firstname.lastname@example.org) is surprised and amused
that her adult reading of the old fairy tales differs so
greatly from the way she viewed them as a child.
The artwork at the
top of the page is by Nethery Wylie.