Little Red Poem by Cynthia Grieser

With a kiss on the cheek and a basket in hand
She sets off for a magical land
With stars as her guild and bends in he road
What lies ahead is hard t know
Surrounded by darkness knows safety's inside
Yet in the darkness she decides to hide
Howl in the forest shadows that move
Fear did not make her choose
Running towards the sound
Off the path the source could be found
There she found a sly wolf on the prowell
The dark brown wolf released his howl
The real end of this tale is not commonalty known
See this wolf knew this girl as his own
Their spirits were bonded soul mates the two
Yet this mystical ending is known by few.