Fairy Grim

Fetch me a dear fiddle to 

Hazel and Gretzel, 

sweets master of the 

gingerbread bore. 

Morning's corvus plays 

tricks on the road, easing 

foot off the brake before the head jerks, 

swerving ‘round scavengers for roadkill rats— 

sweet and raw because feathers lack strength to grit sticks or smit stones to raging candy wrappers. 

Invasive cousin, brave squirrel squanders metal candy corns in car-concrete playground, when just outside, they, 

too, could be 

bungee jumping from licorice roots,

honing bone to tear paper from abandoned backs relieved 

from the scale of 

innocent ends.