we're all looking to corner that one thing that is life.
we begin the same, with one heart and two hands,
then of we go, our hounds baying.
we all catch different things in our traps and some of us
instead use guns. the longing is the same, but we all find
different prizes: lions, acres, gold, boats, bears',
and steinbeck's charley-poodle. if you can tame it you should
know straight away, you've caged the wrong bird. the best
we're hunting would never fit behind any bars.
and the creature that we're following? it's hunting you.
