THANK YOU NOTE the heavy clouds gray full of water I sit with the young of my species we groom each other with talk words nothing but words an old male lifts his head and speaks a poem no barking groaning or cackling I am startled I wake up twice the landscape and the whistling wind bore me but green numbers remind me I must arise in spite of my wishes there are the gray heavens outside and above and I can do something to release the pent waters