they say they want the wolf

the wolf

but they lie.

or maybe it’s wishful drinking.

they say they want the swan

but they know how dull that is.

swirling and twirling and

dancing and laughing

then crying and whining and yawning

and tossing.

the wolf knows better than to play with its food

the swan knows better than to venture the lawn

as the fog curls over the pond

and the crickets and frogs

hold their breath

till the dawn