These staggered feet fell and up

Merely the autumn leaves could bear

Out - Can you find the way home?

In - Can you climb on the stairs?

Caressed your hair, strong and submissive

Touch, if you still there, the cold forehead

Fondle the dry nose

Never a leash - shall wear

Ants marching - on the kitchen floor

Visitors would not see

Mon gros chien

On the grass, in the sun - prone and obliged