PAD, Day 15. The prompt was to write a “just when you thought it was safe” poem. I got an idea right away, and ran with it.
You Can Run, but You Can’t Hide
Just when you thought you were safe,
along comes the big bad wolf, your worst
nightmare, huffing and puffing and just
generally threatening everything in its path.
The next thing you know, you’re lying there
amidst the rubble, staring up at the sky.
Forget about sticks and stones—
wolf’s breath can be plenty lethal.