Breathe deep, adore
What lovely spectacle
Cattle in the meadow
Brown black speckled
But one herd
Feeding in communion
Mooing and lowing
So close, necking.

Over the handset
Alluring telephonist
Hits out of range target.
Speech kisses her head,
Ooh! She goes then starts
To walk on the moon.
Does she know, does she know
No, no, no!
That the pattern of his thoughts
Is as wind of indeterminate course.