A Strange Love

Walking main street in Autumnal sunshine a donkey stops to look at a wolf. After a mutual gaze they stroll together. So far, not a word has been said between them. Words are tricky, they are largely spaces bookending secrets. They will have to hide their true natures, become lost in the running legs of the crowd. However they must mate with words first, but what words? He prefers straw sounds full of drunken sunsets. She is a predator, she wants fat edible baby words full of juice. His soul is a rusty windmill, her soul it is an ever-spinning dolls head, it is always hungry, always wanting. They both commence to speak at once. Passerby’s are startled at the sounds they make, yet they smile knowing that young love between different species will prevail, even when words fail.