I am the one, the only one,
the one whose name you utter
under your breath when the wind
comes through, makes you shudder.
I am the one who lies down
in green pasture and my milk
flows like nectar beside the still water.
With me in your field, you shall not want.
I’ve kicked many a bucket and one swish
of my tail sends flies into orbit. Though I stand
in the muck and the mire, bound to grass,
to earth, to desire, I once jumped the moon,
remember? You came too, with your dreams
of a cat and a fiddle, a dish and a spoon.
Remember there was a little dog, full of sport,
who would not stop laughing at us?