O b e a u t i f u l
w a s t h e we rew o l f
i n h is ev il fore st.
W e to o k hi m
to the ca r n ival
an d he s t ar ted
crying
w h e n h e sa w
t h e Fe rr i s w h e e l.
Electric
g r e e n a n d r e vd t e a rs
f l o w e d down
his furry cheeks.
H e l oo ked
like a b oat
o u t o n t he dark
water.
— Richard Brautigan