Lace curtains billow like sails
in the cool morning breeze
with bluejays for gulls
hanging overhead and I
am the captain of this boat
that is my bed with two
stout fellows, one
fierce the other lazy.
Me hearties!
Soon we shall spy land
a not too distant shore
where we shall disembark
to go in search of
mushrooms and wildflowers
carrion and enemies (to each
his and her own mischief).
Tonight we shall board this ship
again in readiness for
tomorrow’s expedition.