Teasingly it invites me closer,
I listen, not understanding it looks at me as a cat looks at a mouse.
It beckons me as the Wolf beckoned Red Riding Hood,
“But Grandmother, what big arms you have.”
“The better to hug you with, my dear.”
I am naive. I believe its motives are pure.
I am captivated by its beauty,
The world looks so different when it is present.
I drive closer, inching my way along the road.
In a moment,
It swallows me whole.