Little Red Riding Hood – A Wolf Poem
The Woods were cold and dark.
Rain dripped slowly through the leaves,
Leaving a trail of wet mud mixed with winter leaves.
A pair of eyes ,
Suddenly seen through a haze of lightning,
Was predatory,
Waiting. And Waiting
A pair of hurried feet are heard,
So tantalizing close,
The scent wafting through the rain.
The symbolic red,
Coming close and closer.
Just two more steps and Little Red
Would not be coming out again.
The lonely woods
A lonely place to die.
The hands acting on instinct
Suddenly grabbed right
A scream was heard through the trees,
And Little Red lay on the bed of leaves.
And through the haze of lightning,
A pair of eyes was suddenly seen
Waiting. And Waiting. To Eat
The Human Wolf lay under the dazzling light.
Blocked by the large canopy trees,
Empty without the usual bright, green leaves.
Under which he laid and cried
Until he transformed into the night.
The little girl,
The cloak of Red
Another one who is surely dead.
Another Night. Another time.
The same wolf does the tempting crime.
A different red. The red of hair,
Turned and saw the open lair.
The fullest moon was out tonight
And yet it didn't help in any sight.
The little girl was bleeding red,
The sight so beautiful it has to be said.
Although he went back to his own little bed,
Dreaming of another Red.
The regrets and worry had began to form.
The curse of wolf has been worn.
For too many years he lived in the woods,
Acting like a rabid wolf.
Any yet it's not his fault,
He swears.
For there is nothing to do about his cures.
Is There?
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