Nine months of nights in this pensive cave;
Waiting for a rainy day; to be safe,
Hither, thither, the ramble in this cave,
I know not whence, I know not whither they take.
The night I saw my first light,
The room was full like the sullen moon;
Then I was tossed around in a tempest flight,
My captors revel in their daisy boon.
Children and women in ambivalent thrills-
Like plaque, the news spread in the trees
My captor cuddles me as stephanotis,
The night fell upon us as she grills.
She kept staring at my closed eyes,
A grown lad joined her banal stare
Astride I was as they dickered my price,
I heard them talk of a name to bear.
A week later I will hear that name;
Lap my ears like a hall of fame,
Forever after I will become a game,
For my captors I will always be lame.
I should bawl not for my frail;
Awaiting the day of my bail,
I should sail with the current of the sea,
But I only can wait and see.