Roses (Shooting in Connecticut)

Poem about the Shooting in connecticut. I tried to put my twist on how I felt about everything

Red wool 
Red wool 
Swirling through the forest
Big wolf 
Big wolf 
Draped in a layer of red
Shiny claws 
Dark dilated eyes
Behind the hood
Behind the hood
He plucks the roses one by one
Plucking the petals that hide the bud
Stumping the nettles 
Milking the blood
Drenching the wool 
The red
Red wool
He howls
Caught in the macabre moment
Of plucking the roses 
Forgetting the thorns that pierce his paw
20 dead roses 
20 dead roses 
The petals beauty wilts on the ground 
Where they lye
Hunter is seen from the corner of his eye
It flees the predator inside must leave
Must cry
Must fly
Must die
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 thorns
Lodged in the wolfs eyes 
A predator that hunts unfit Prey
Is a predator that will die. 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[N.S. Jones]

A very dark and macabre poem. It definitely made me think a bit of Little Red Riding Hood from the wolf's point of view, though I thought that the repitition was unnecessary. But I loved the dark imagery you used.

[Andie]

Very sad poem, but it needed to be written. What happened that day was horrible.
Amazing poem. I loved it. :3

[Carolann Dowsett]

I love this, takes you right into the mind of the wolf but also makes me feel like I'm entering into the mind of a murderer. Awesome write.

[Sacha Davison]

This is a good piece, I enjoyed the metaphor - as Emily stated below. The structure is a little hard to get into, but its uniquity enhances its power. Keep up the great work!

[Emily]

This is perfect. Your metaphor is vivid and helps make sense of this grimm act. This event was so horrible that it has been
hard to come to terms with, but thinking of it in this abstract way really helped me to more accurately connect with the emotions inside of me. Thank you for a beautiful read.