Quadrille

4 x 4The first words were footprints of the wind in our ears.Sometimes we cried with earache.We wrapped our heads in animal-skins.Our cries were feral in the dark.We packed dried berries and pieces of meatand camped for the night.We followed hoof-prints in the snow.We saw a tuft of animal-hair on a thorny branchjittering as we passedWe dreamed of it at night.We followed the course of streams and r...