"Body my house

My horse my hound

What will I do

When you are fallen

Where will I sleep

How will I ride

What will I hunt

Where can I go

Without my mount

All eager and quick

How will I know

In thicket ahead

Is danger or treasure

When Body my good

Bright dog is dead

How will it be

To lie in the sky

Without roof or door

And wind for an eye

With cloud for a shift

How will I hide"

-May Swenson