The birds beyond the eave wail nails to the morning
Each screech makes heads turn, ears perk
Me and my hound, we loop the landing,

having skipped sleep for an open window,
having opened the window to release the heat

of ginger tea in company that's new in all the ways that count
soft in the ways that count,
and willing to draw you a bath

A bath with just ideas for bubbles,
and they're as plasticene as playthings.

Now you can remember when you learned to share your toys.