...I'll look away,
and silence it with the heels of my hands,
I cannot see the train
It frightens me,
It stole my little constant, my friend,
like some green beetle devil thing.
No more tip tip taps on the kitchen floor,
no more fairy bells as she comes rushing in,
no little snores upon my bed,
No more. My little constant,
my little friend.
~~~
~ Bo ~
