While tottered on,
little feet,
by the riverside.

And emptied out,
streams of pure,
virgin white,

And softly tittered,
little drops of sunset,
by the massive moon,

And slowly swayed,
jungle arches,
and slithering snakes,

And gently touched,
each creature it’s wares,
and each moment,

And lived timeless,
in wont of wild,
carefree solitude,

I looked the other way.