so much depends

upon

a red ferret

baby

glazed with glinting

eyes;

besides the white

ferrets.

O, Ferret

Why would you betray me?

I give all my love to you

And you run away from my love.

I will find you, my love

You cannot hide forever

Your bites and scratches only

make me desire you more

O, Ferret

Is there someone else?

I don't understand . . .

Are we not destined?

Some day, my love . . .

You will see how much I care.

Prayers to you

in this time of sorrow...

May you find healing

in the memories 

of the love

you shared

with your

precious ferret

Spring is like a perhaps paw

(which comes carefully

out of its cage) arranging

a burrow, into which kits cry(while

people stare

arranging and changing placing

carefully there a strange

thing and a known thing here)and

changing everything carefully

spring is like a perhaps

Paw in a burrow

(carefully to

and fro moving New and

Old things,while

people stare carefully

moving a perhaps

fraction of kibble here placing

an inch of love there) and

without breaking any ferrets.

Ferret, ferret, scuttling bright

In the cages of the night,

What immortal hand or eye

Could frame thy darling symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies 

Reveal the sweetness of thine eyes?

On what whiskers dare he aspire?

What the paw dare seize desire?

And what shoulder and what art

Could twist the sinews of thy heart? 

And when thy heart began to beat,

What adorable hand and what adorable feet?

Ferret, ferret, scuttling bright

In the cages of the night,

What immortal hand or eye

Dare frame thy darling symmetry?