A Deal With a Muskrat

This dream was almost certainly fae propaganda.

.

They asked for something small —

Just my hair, for their nests,

And in return I would get

Something small, comforting

And intangible. But as we seal

The contract, the two muskrats

And I, I forget what it is

I bargained for, except to realize

I don’t think I’ll ever get it.