Poetry

Little Red Riding Hood

A Poem
By frankfurtsanfrancisco

Cats crying outside my window in the backyard sound like babies.
Maybe they are?
To do lists, things to accomplish on the weekend.
Why must it always be about accomplishments?
Eyes tired from staring at screen all day and more at night.
Why do ppl disclose so many details on Facebook? Don't they know that the whole world can view their albums?
Be afraid of weirdos. Be very afraid!
I heart old fashioned trolleys.
Especially fire-engine red ones.

The End