and me, am i living, p'r'aps lurking, and why
have i fled from this forest? O with jaundiced eye
have i turned? have i spurned what once i knew
to be precious like liquor, like crystalline dew?
or have i returned to some arduous work
some onerous duty i just couldn't shirk,
or none of these things? oh, i don't really know,
how the long days have borne me along on a flow
of... work, yes, a little, of... thought, yes a lot
of art, music, business, mm, yes, and i got
embroiled in a minor community brawl,
and my neighbour then fractured her leg in a fall,
and since she'd been minding a sick neighbours' camel
that task fell to me, and as well as that mammal,
four chooks and a rooster well guarded by snakes
(this weather, they're active) and all for their sakes
i've been risking my life with the King Brown conversing
to just get them fed, very quickly reversing
away from the slide of the venomous beast
who I strongly suspect upon eggs likes to feast.
so as things settle down, i'll get back into form
and return to the board, alive, upright and warm!