Same Woods, Another Day

From tree to tree

she slipped for to see,

did this child with her basket of bread

Whilst wand’ring along

and whistling a song

as insurance against her dread

A dread of the stories

of witches and worries

read to her whilst in her bed

Stories that frightened

and twisted and tightened,

childish fears so easily fed

And here now her path

was the same as that last

little girl who’d been dressed all in red

A girl too on her way

to her Granny’s one day

who’d ended up lost, they said

On queue the trail thinned

and the canopy dimmed

and her courage completely shed her

Unsure of her plight

Her feet took to flight

and with terror her little feet sped her

And green eyes did gleam

and screech owls did scream

whilst behind her more horrors were bred

Into werewolves galore

and witches and war-

locks spinning ’round through her head

And just when it seemed

that like in her dreams

her young life was nearly bled

She broke through the gloom,

her Granny’s house loomed

… she was saved one more day from the dead.