Fable, Or Not?
I took a trip to Sweden.
I heard it was like Eden.
I heard of trolls and gnomes.
Both were small when fully grown.
There were giants and other things.
Always mentioned, but never seen.
Shapeshifters were Mentioned too.
Locals always said it was true.
I decided to search for one.
I thought, maybe, it would be fun.
Locals warned me away from this.
I would earn a deadly kiss.
They didn’t want to be found.
They didn’t want people around.
They knew magic and I did not.
If I survived, it would be a shock.
I thought it was all a fable.
This I intended to prove, if able.
I went to where one was seen.
Nothing there, except meadows green.
I set up a camera to get a picture.
A trail cam. There was no hitch here.
A week later,—-I had pictures.
All were animals. No hitch here.
Except for one I can’t explain.
Looked like an old dwarf. Am I insane?
There was no dwarf in the area.
They said stop looking. It will spare ya.
I kept searching for several weeks.
I searched valleys. Even along creeks.
Nothing ever turned up again.
True or not, it would depend
on if you believed in them or not.
The locals believed. The entire lot.
As for me, I’m not so sure.
A dwarf dressed in fur?
That seemed reasonable to me.
But then, all is not what it seemed to be.
—————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2018)