The Decloaking of Lil Red

I sweep with my cloak, the paw prints.
I apply with my cloak, some pressure.
I absorb with my cloak, the seepage.
I cover with my cloak, her gray fur.
I stop with my cloak, my own sweat.
I swaddle with my cloak, her pups.
I form with my cloak, a shield.
I weave with my cloak, a warning.
I pray with my cloak, away prey.
I wrap with my cloak, a mask.
I blind with my cloak, the hunter.
I tie with my cloak, his arms.
I bind with my cloak, his legs.
I vanish with my cloak, his discharged gun.
I wipe with my cloak, mud into fabric.
I rub with my cloak, fabric onto lichen.
I press with my cloak, oak leaves against cloth.
I grasp my cloak that was once all red,
I lift my cloak now soiled through with earth,
and I remove it forever.