Striped sunlight ran it's fingers along
The stripes on my back
Gave a giggle
Told me that it's a funny ol' world sometimes.
I paid it no heed.
I just sat there counting the pebbles
Which the water gave me.

There are voices whispering.
I dare not call out I don't want
My voice carrying too far down
The vast corridors of leaves
I don't want any man-made apparition
Getting wind of me.

On the Lamb's birthday the trees offered me
Slices of sky birthday cake
Which I declined as I could barely
stay awake I just sat and drew
figures in the mud with a twig
and let my senses wander
while my mind caught 40 winks.