THE LONELY WHITE WOLF

brightly coloured
mismatched clothes and
lop-sided ponytails.
small hands clutching the
chain of a long forgotten
swing in a park falling
into disrepair.

loose strands of hair
whip and whirl in a
wild halo haze as we
laugh and slurp on
iced-lollies and
Mr. Whippy,

telling stories and
singing songs,
never knowing a single
care or misfortune.