little red,
there she stood,
facing the big, bad wolf.
little red,
walking away,
the wolf,
right behind.
little red,
shouldn’t you be scared?
oh no,
poor wolf,
where’ve you gone?
it seems
little red
is walking away.
red footprints?
how fitting.
i wonder
why the wolf
is lying
on the ground.
did you know,
once,
red’s cape was white?
I wonder what’s making it so red.
shaivi rajesh 