I never saw the previous bird but I saw a canny eel which throws off itself off the island or on to a house roof. I dunno. The old cookery book. I dunno. Convolvulae, is it turning over on the lawn or going down the bell again? Again I just dunno. I love tonka beans. The frogs in cinquefoil, the fisherman in the song. Dunno. I love to dance past creeping jenny she’s a heavy catch. To her I wide-describe my feather-care but only in the hip joint. I dunno it’s like your head floats only I dunno. All the queens like seabirds on the corner. I want my old toys back, my dumper, my little auk, my tintin tin.