Lonely Neighbor

She is me.  I am her mother hen.  The wolf raps at the door and she keeps asking about the TV Guide.  I bolt out of the laundry room, acting mean, tough, and taller than my 5 feet.  I threaten the law.  She slams the door.  My heart sinks with a thud like a newly soaked sponge.  I plop back down. Streaming tears I just let flow.  My little chick, my lonely neighbor.