I saw a bumblebee feeding on a dead moth.
His feet
Were laden with silver moth dust instead of pollen.
The next day I went to gather flowers,
But when I picked them they all flew away.
LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD
I dreamed I was asleep.
A man came to me
In wolves' clothing.
When he sniffed at me I smiled at him
And
He trotted away wearing my cloak tied around his neck.
I was safe but naked.
SHEEPISH
I saw a picture of some colorful sheep.
They stared at me as if I were the one who had captured them
With my camera.
Turning my back, I heard a frenzied baa-aa-ing,
So I faced them.
There was nothing there but my own bright illusions.
I felt sad and lonely.