What a pretty lamb in front of me. That bright white coat is a masterpiece. I want to find out what’s underneath, but a sheep like you has such sharp teeth.
Your gleaming white wool starts to come undone, sliding off your back like melted snow. Beneath, a pelt of burnish brown, the short, cropped hair of a moonlight hound.
Why’d you have to lie and patronise me like that? I thought you knew better – I thought I knew better.
Like I didn’t always know you were a wolf in disguise.
© Billie-Leigh Burns