She Wears Woolf

She hears Nico singing as the rain pours onto the pavement. They’re stuck indoors and they’ve chosen to stay in bed, their limbs knotted.

The moment reminded her of two foxes piled on top of the other, waiting out the bad weather, also wondering whether, they can stay like this for a while.

I have a friend from Lund, in Sweden whom I recently sent a postcard to. I addressed the postcard to Lund, Norway (for some still quite mysterious reason), but my friend managed to receive the postcard anyway. I’m wondering if all the staff at post offices everywhere know where Lund is or if they Google for answers.

My postcard arrived at my friend's doorstep in this plastic bag, soaking wet and with the stamp washed off.

Our heroine’s story starts out small,
Not too grand, not too tall.
It is adventurous overall,
With a plot that rises, as it falls.
She wears wolf as she wears sheep,

She might growl or she might weep.
She piles her secrets in a heap,
Of which she’ll choose to share or keep.
Our story’s heroine is not too tall,
Though she has climbed many a wall.
The plot may rise or it may fall,
But she will grin and bear it all.