When my feet fail me

I know my face will never graze the earth

For steady hands are more reliable

Than feet that stand on shaky ground

And I have many palms outstretched....

It falls out of the tree one day - a little pink blob with a furry cap, two grey sacs for eyes, dandelion puffs speckled here and there like tiny wishes and a yellow-rimmed mouth open wide with a red-desperate hunger. It falls into a pile of leaves and writhes there, wriggles in the leaves, its neck extending here and there perceiving the song but not receiving its promise. It lies there and your ...