And More, and More

Let’s now! See by the snowy stream, Sprints slanting the pine woods, Has weedy, sandy shore And more, and more… I hunt nearby the old wild trees And trap the vulture walking over the lawn, You collect the woods and dry grass; Sitting around athwart— We wink, smile, love and aloud laugh. Sprinting salt I present you the dark-red liver, You return with the stout limb. The fire shall still burn Before the grassy cave, You tickle me and irritate And I punish you hard hugs, long luscious kisses And more, and more… By then the woman vulture returns home, Finds eggs but not her caring companion! Calls! Howls! And flutters between the tall trees! We see, we sigh, and we grieve… And slowly roll down our faces, big bright tears. We pray for his pure soul’s peace! Pray for her, her be born babies! And toward the heavens forming fearful clouds, We raise hands high, and for clemency beseech…