Red Riding Hood
(The true Story)
In a forest deep, where shadows play,
A little girl in red, lost her way,
Her crimson cloak, a beacon bright,
Guiding her through the woods at night.
But fate took a turn, she stumbled, fell,
In a hidden snare, she found herself,
Her cries for help, a desperate sound,
Echoed through the forest, all around.
Then from the dark, a white wolf came,
Howling softly, ferocious or tame?
At first, she trembled, fear in her eyes,
But his gentle gaze held no disguise.
He nuzzled her cheek, a touch so kind,
Calming the turmoil in her mind,
She realized he meant no harm,
A guardian, not a predator in the charm.
With care and strength, he set her free,
From the snare that bound her foot and knee,
Then, like a pup, he carried her light,
To her dear grandma's house, in the silent night.
Safe and sound, they reached the door,
Where love and warmth flowed even more,
In the arms of her grandma, a happy embrace,
For the white wolf had brought her to this safe place.
Maxwell O’Reilly
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