If There Are Any Forests

if there are any forests, my collie, will (all by herself) be one, it will not be a discreet forest, a fragile forest of frogs-of-the-ponds, but a forest of red-oak trees. my goat will be (deep like a tree) (tall like a tree) crouching near my, stump shifting over her (silent) with ears, which are really speakers, and hear nothing with the body of a deer which is a dove, and not a body with hooves which scream. This is my creature, my forest! suddenly in the moonlight he will sway and the whole congregation will sway -Caroline Youngless, inspired by E.E. Cummings