red-hood

Whisper through woods,

travel quick under brush,

There are Dark Things lurking.

Black eyes to watch you pass

Big teeth you have,

could swallow poor Granny



Beware the tail, don’t let him

Fool you

Meat is sweet and

he doesn’t mind the fresh taste

of Innocence.

Your cloak Red from travel, Red

from fear, his teeth Red from

You.





julia bodwell (Newton, NJ, 1989)