There are dogs afield
among fog:
they have the morning.

Set out at twilight,
you will find them by dawn.

Listen —
no chains rattling, but
laughter from these long mouths. And what are
these words?

Ask, ask...

but you must learn to run,
and dance a happier dance
with your two legs
and two arms.

Before you tire,
they will leave you.

You cannot follow.
These are not house pets.