Not Your Fairy Tale



Merry,
she skips along

Picnic
basket in hand

On her
way to Grandma’s house

Red
cloak flowing out after her

Like
an echo of laughter


He
follows

Padding
silently

From
tree to tree

Behind
her

Watching


When
the witch comes

With
her shiny apple

He
leaps and tears out her throat

Before
she can approach the girl

This
is not your fairy tale


When
the bears come,

Three
in all, great to small,

He
chases them away with

Bared
teeth and raised hackles

This
is not your fairy tale


When
prince and steed come

He
harries and harasses them

Snapping
at fetlocks and ankles

Until
they flee in white-eyed panic

This
is not your fairy tale


When
the dwarves come

Looking
for a housekeeper

He
runs them off, biting

The
slowest one in the ass

This
is not your fairy tale


When
the fairy godmother comes

They
watch together as

Grandma
greets her at the door

And the
wolf smiles, pleased

This
is not your fairy tale, either, or mine


It
is, and always has been,

Hers

And

hers alone



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