Would you choke him as he swallows you,
bleed all over him as he chews.
Right through.
Or run as soon as he comes in sight,
winter day or summer flight.

I thought they might drown,
ran forward, looked down.
Right down.
And ran as soon as they came in sight.
Winter day, winter fright.

Been there since, looked around.
Where the cliffs  slid to the ground.
Could have bled, rocks  swallowing me,
so I thank Cwn Du for setting me free.