Little red riding hood
Running through the forest
Doesn't even see the wolf
She doesn't feel his presence

Little red is rumored to
Have senses keen and quick
But she doesn't feel his pounding paws
Or hear the snapping of a stick

All she thinks is "Get to grandma's
"Before it turns dark"
But he's sneaking his way to her
Blending in with the tree bark

Her heart is pumping up a storm
From all the adrenaline
While he is hiding in the bushes
His stare is quite intense

Just before she can stroll by
He pounces from position
And strikes her with his paw so hard
She loses her ambition

Seeing death before it comes
She curls into herself
Her life just flashes cruely
To where all she thinks is "help"

A bang as loud as thunder
Echos hauntingly to her ears
And she flinches away from where
The wolf should have been, submitting to her worst fears

A gentle voice calls Little Red's name
And she snaps her head up fast
Seeing a dead wolf lying there
All she can think is "at last"

Remembering the person who'd called her name
She witnessed a scene of her grandmother
Slowly lowering the tip of a gun
And giving her a smile like no other

"Well done, grandmother," Red quickly cheered
Clapping her hands as she stood
But her grandmother shook her head and sighed to herself
"You've got dirt all over your hood."