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 egar 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 a shift
    how will i hide?

    May swenson