The boy in knickers ,who is the old poet,
Could not bend too low for fear in belly.
Fear perked up like piece of balcony sky
And crawled in half-pants to feet below.
The bucket fell to it with deep dull thud
As its rope had slithered down a pulley
Like vague water snake searching frogs.
The waters came up to sprinkle moons,
In tiny puddles on the stone saucer rim.