"Matti, come through girl - come over - come through."
And taking a fancy to sniff the wet grass,
Growing verdant green,
Between
Rocky craggy places,
She answers my call.
She licks and nibbles the broad leaved cud, then glances up to me.
In the moment of her sparkling eyes I read her mind,
"The left bank is always preferred," says she, "its simply a matter of taste."
"And breeding," I quickly add.

Young Neddy still fossicks behind.

I turn to him and call, "Neddy come through."
Double quick time is all my Ned knows,
And his nose is up in a trice.
Now Ned's will to explore and to map and to run is a tangle with his need to obey.
So he springs to his right and away and away
To satisfy both needs at once.

This balancing act bridging mind and gully
Crossing
brings him safely to my feet.
"Why like that?" I murmur.
"Because I can - Because I can - Because I can," pants Ned.