Open To Interpretation
Oh leash to collar to waiting to soon sky:
My hand my dog my cat and robin red
Pulling an earthworm from its earthen lie.
Why their tugging should I hold back in dread?
My feet to day to night to night to day,
So planted I within sun moon earth spin,
What merit have I to argue their play,
I, grown every which way with your grin?
Everything beginning to endless
Wrought they have in a containment bound thought.
Flown loose away leaping running a guess
With luck I found you amidst all I sought.
If we must we must make things meet up high
Where dogs run cats leap birds with earthworms fly.