Red Riding In the Hood

The woods hissed and sn*ggered but weren't without their charms A ghostly silloette in the distance like a girl without her arms A floating figure, lifted as if hung down from yarn, puppet like Blocked out some light as the moon rose into sudden night A puddle, suprized by the kick of life it was given Dived over the crimson clothing of a passer by Not batting an eye the shadow glides an leaps in wind Approaching a tree supporting a corpse beneath its limbs The breeze's secretive so it seems the bodies breathin' sings Arrived. A cloak hides its features, a bag opens, it reaches in Still speachless in the shower, yet no wet words to greet us Though now a mouths visible behind work of an expert seemstress Wild weather beats the woodland creatures deep undercover All but two inhabitants, the hooded one.. & one other Our second stood, furred thickly, big teeth in a brown jaw Having difficulty reading, vision blurred by the downpour Lit by light the town brought, a poster was just clear enough ''Assassin Wanted! If you catch the killer, fear you should For finding this foe will bring, not tears, but blood And a reward of 10 g's for anyone, police.. even Robin Hood' The final statement sent shivers up his spine, an how then? The King hated Robin, and the Queen signed the announcement Heart poundin' at the thought of ten big ones he couldn't wait for The character reread the paper, rapid fast.. just to make sure Sure enough the word was good, but the woods weren't silent A twig broke, someone close quitely worked beside him The tree sustaining the message had been blocking them from view The otherside was a hooded person, white stockings an gloves on too The hood moved......and the disguise unravelled It was Red Riding Hood picking mushrooms the size of apples