Next time I think Iíll be a

bear and roll in the woods with

moss in my hair, or flop on wet

rocks in the sun the way an

otterís life is run, or swim

bedazzlingly in the sea a tropical

fish of elegancy, or be a beagle

with sad eyes to call forth

loving hugs and cries.


So many nexts that I could be,

but none so excellent as me.