Impaled on the fence a lizard, only its tail for you is already in your stomach, my tea is cooling with a biscuit soggy in the flask on the bench earlier my sweet companion slipped in the stream nearby and her hair is so beautiful when wet, we watch you and noticed a boat that is not ours on the sea. In it, you greet us again, dropped a mouse Is it ‘cause we carried back, your tiny fallen chick from the nest? The flight my darling with no answer, it took you away with the winds clouds that build only yearn, the boat has your hairy gift but only as a short feast and your courtesy returned; understood beside all the next to me better part, her sudden sea sickness.
Thourn Whaul 11/03/2008
