Right before dinnertime, Daddy suggests a mysterious dusk walk...
Among trees we find "Bill", a gnarly guide
With a thick fringe of hair and robust brown body
Who takes us to the secret steps. We mount them, and then
On descending find a world all for ourselves
Where Miro runs himself thin like an eager puppy up and down
The length of smooth sinking sand;
Chasing Bandoo with feathers, writing Mooooooo in the shore
And looking at speedboats through sea-glass.
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