The Legend

The Legend

The Legend – photo by Wild Thing

Peddler’s box drops
Wares spill out
With a smile
She helps him

They visit
Once done
She turns to go
He stops her

A gift he says
For her help
She declines
He insists
She accepts

On a small chain
Pure white
Beautiful … rare
Arctic fox tail

He attaches it
To her right shoulder
Stroking it
She thanks him

Upon her return
Whispers begin
What does it mean
This white tail

Her man
Lifts it
Smiles at her
Resumes his duties
She sits quietly
By his side

As the days pass
Animal tails
Appear everywhere
Squirrel
Raccoon and
Red fox

On others
Left shoulders
Some on waists
But no White
She laughed

No one asked
Why
They just did

She wondered
Should she
Shave her head
Would they

Wild Thing ©June 4, 2017

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