Marion Reidel

I met her at a cocktail party.

She arrived fashionably late,

a slim figure, wrapped in black,

her sharp edges and tight posture

said, Don’t talk to me!

So… I engaged her in conversation.

What’s up with the tail? I asked.

She detached the furry appendage,

It’s a grey wolf, she replied.

Got it from the Reservation store.

They had real ones, from roadkill,

but they were too expensive.

Her long brown hair,

which c