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
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