i want to lay in the dry rustling bamboo grass, a nice place made flat by wind and tide. i lay down, and he looks up, unseeing me. i whistle to him. come in, come in. he gets tangled in bamboo reeds. why'd you call me in, he says. ok go i say. i'm going he says. he looks back at me. now you know where i am i say, don't leave, gnome sane, don't go looking for me. ok, i know where you are now i won't look for you. right i say, don't forget, i'm right here watching you. don't eat any bad things. i see you, k. k.