Question

　　by May Swenson

　　 Body my house

　　 my horse my hound

　　 what will I do

　　 when you are fallen

　　 Where will I sleep

　　 How will I ride

　　 What will I hunt

　　 Where can I go

　　 without my mount

　　 all eager and quick

　　 How will I know

　　 in thicket ahead

　　 is danger or treasure

　　 when Body my good

　　 bright dog is dead

　　 How will it be

　　 to lie in the sky

　　 without roof or door

　　 and wind for an eye

　　 With cloud for shift

　　 how will I hide？