Wolf in Sheep's Clothing

Soft white wool ever so gently
wrapped around my stealthy form
padding my sinewy muscles
and molding me into the norm.

Vicious yellow eyes piercing
from where beady ones should be
those black button eyes staring
but far too blind to see.

They graze in the peaceful meadow
curls all down their back
I'm poised in my sheepish costume
readying for an attack.

The shepherds stare appalled 
at the animals that lay dead
as I hide among the flock
my woolly mouth stained red.