Dear wolf,
Come, sit, take a seat at our small diner table,
it is floating up there, you see,
near that golden rayed cloud.
So how did you happen to find us so quickly?
Did you smell the scent of rose pettle fractions,
rushing themselves through our veins?
Or did you maybe hear our cries gone crisp
through the drying of the air?
You know what, it doesn’t matter
’cause look at you here now with us
sharing food from plates that belonged to our
distant grandmothers
drinking from cups filled to the brim
with bedtime stories that our fathers never
read right through to the end
We never found out what happened to the
sleeping princess, all alone in her house
Did she wake up? Was she saved?
Or did she sleep for eternity,
in her soft linnen dress?
So, would you be so kind to tell us your secrets?
Would you maybe like some extra tea?
Yes, we’ll come sit down on your lap,
won’t mind the sharpness of your beautiful claws
Sure, you can brush our entangled hair
as long as you promise, really promise,
to tell us how our stories will end.
