by May Swenson

by May Swenson
     Body my house
     my horse my hound
     what will I do
     when you are fallen
     Where will I sleep
     How will I ride
     What will I hunt
     Where can I go
     without my mount
     all eager and quick
     How will I know
     in thicket ahead
     is danger or treasure
     when Body my good
     bright dog is dead
     How will it be
     to lie in the sky
     without roof or door
     and wind for an eye
     With cloud for shift
     how will I hide？