The patterns were nice, that the ice drew inside the windowpanes
The jesters and trumpeters ride on his train there's money for them in the lies they maintain
How can there be You and war?
We have done such things
I've seen my cattake a drinkfrom the toilet,from the sink,from the frogspawn in the pond,(of puddle water, he seems fond)from my own glass,from the drain,from his fur, he licks the rain,from the water washing veg,from a plant pot in the hedge,from the road, in a pot-hole But never everever evernever never from his bowl.