Little Wolf
They told Little Red
Not to go
The woods - a
Dangerous place
She laughed
Smiled a little
And pictured her
Grandmother's face
Later
That evening
With blood
On the walls
The police
The woodsman
They all
Were appalled
A Wolf
She said
Had attacked
In the light
Fierce
With large teeth
And eyes
Without sight
Upon further
Searching
The door was
Still locked
And the
Look in
Red's eyes
It was not shock
With murder in
Her eyes
She confessed
All the lies
Little Red
There is no wolf
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