the wild things.

slinky don't slip away from me keep me blinking as fast as a bumblebee in the forests filled with leprechaun fairies. you're the only guide i have. it's you that i follow dodging these hollow trees trying hard to swallow iris petals and willow leaves. they say it will help me sleep. you said you believed in unicorns but when one stepped out of the dark forlorn you said it had to be born of a real life animal and broke off its horn leaving me to mourn and weep over the loss of a soul. my soul embodied in this beautiful dying beast. but slinky how could you not see this silly wild thing you sneer at is everything i've ever wanted to be?