Dedication to our Chookaboy:
We have a secret, you and I, that no one else shall know.
For who but I can see you lie each night in fireglow?
Who but I can reach my hand before we go to bed
and feel the living warmth of you and touch your silken head?
Only I walk woodland paths and see ahead of me,
your form racing with the wind, so young again and free.
And only I can see you swim in every lake I pass,
and when I call no one but I can see the bending grass.