A Stranger Love

Walking main street in the Spring sunshine a donkey stops to look at a wolf. After the look and the gaze they stroll together. So far, not a word has been said between them. Words are tricky, they are largely spaces framed by a secret idea. They will have to hide their true natures, become lost in the running legs of the crowd. They must mate with the 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. Eventually his soft brown eyes will melt her heart so she delays eating his bull-crap soul. She has a little soul as well, it is an ever-spinning doll, it is always hungry, always crying, always lonely, always wanting. For a while though, she will chew the cud and stomach his poetry She’ll clean up the crud of her own words, so they don’t frighten birds away They both commence to speak at once. Passerby’s are startled at the sounds they make, yet they smile knowing that young love between very different species of people will prevail, even when words fail.