It was wet & white & swift and where I am

we don’t know. It was dark and then

it isn’t.

I wish the barker would come. There seems to be eat

nothing. I am usually tired.

I’m alone too.

If only the strange one with so few legs would come,

I’d say my prayers out of my mouth, as usual.

Where are his note I loved?

There may be horribles; it’s hard to tell.

The barker nips me but somehow I feel

he too is on my side.

I’m too alone. I see no end. If we could all

run, even that would be better. I am hungry.

The sun is not hot.

It’s not a good position I am in.

If I had to do the whole thing over again

I wouldn’t.