I put two yellow peepers in an owl.
I fix the grin of Crocodile.
I sew the slither of an eel.
I jerk, kick-start, the back hooves of a mule.
I hold the red rag to a bull.
I spread the feathers of a gull.
I screw a tight snarl to a weasel.
I stitch the flippers on a seal.
I pierce the heartbeat of a quail.
I like her to be naked and to kneel.
My motionless, my living doll.
And afterwards I like her not to tell.