How much more entertaining

to slowly the strangle the sleepless Goose

that laid Golden Eggs, than to remove its head

from its neck and find the plump belly only contains

unspent grit and the remains of the previous day’s feed.

 

By placing an ever tighter grip with one hand

around the stout, formally resolute bird’s feathery neck,

and in the other

the sense of the caring fatherly figure protecting the Goose

from the ravenous wolf, forever telling the scared bird stories

of wolves and fox with mange in their fur and steel