NPM: The True Encounter

"Wolf!" cried my cunning heart
     At every sheep it spied,
     And roused the countryside.

"Wolf! Wolf!"—and up would start
     Good neighbors, bringing spade
     And pitchfork to my aid.

At length my cry was known:
     Therein lay my release,
I met the wolf alone
     And was devoured in peace.

—Edna St. Vincent Millay