“The Girl in the Red Hood”
by: Robert Ramage
She walked through the woods with a swing in her stride,
A basket of secrets she tried to hide.
The trees leaned close, the wind softly sighed,
As the Wolf in the shadows watched, starry-eyed.
“Where are you going, sweet Red, all alone?”
He asked with a grin and a velvet-dark tone.
She smiled back, her confidence shown,
“I know your tricks, but I might play along.”
He circled near with a gleam in his stare,
Her laughter danced lightly through the air.
“Careful,” she warned, “I bite if you dare.”
He whispered, “That’s fair — I like a good scare.”
By Grandma’s gate, they both stood still,
Each testing the other’s sharpened will.
The moon climbed high on the silver hill —
And hearts raced faster, just for the thrill.
Now some say Red tamed the beast that night,
Others claim he taught her delight.
But one thing’s true by the pale moonlight:
They both left the woods with a spark — and a bite.