She wouldn’t let me get into the house
I drum upon the wide door
The forest is spinning all around
The girl is sitting in there
and she’s calling out
from behind her small triangle face:
There’s a werewolf outside!
I won’t open! I can’t!
Thus, the werewolf is out in the garden with me
we eat live rubies like strawberries
He hangs upside down upon a tree
Washes my linen in the rock
and his back is fast and strong
We go and turn
and she watches and watches