In the dark of the night,
a bark, a bite.
The whooosh of cool night breeze,
shakes the grasses and trees.
A comforting glance from the Moon
saying: don’t worry girl, you’ll be there soon…
Granny’s silent wails
wags like wolfs tails…
I rush in and see, to my dismay,
through the forced open doors, the wolf got away.
Granny’s blood stains my now Red hood,
and I vow my vengeance to that wolf in the wood.