Under a Spanish Sun 2

Don as in Quixote looked at me as if to say, 'Wednesday, his look said nothing more and I began to wonder Nothing unusual in me wondering I'd been looking at the stars in the early morning sky and wondering why there seemed to be so few of them and about the stream that always rushed, did it dawdle when no one was watching? The trees are inching upwards they know what they're doing and I'm struggling to find my footing I think it's fair comment to say the dragons win on Wednesday, Don nods and so does his donkey I wonder if there's oil.