What can I use? The not native pine tree against the sky? The mottled light dancing a masquerade? Or the sheep ruining a sprout menaced by ferocious teeth? Perhaps the quietness without dog bark? Possibilities, spins and time. Who knows what to write?
Who knows what poetry feeds with? A swarm of worms moving the lizard's belly on ground? The account of round, dejections on the fence's stone? A cat's yellow bile after green grass?
Only the beauty? However life? Maybe Death comes and whistles a tune's worth. Who knows what to write about?
