There's a snowy egret with its yellow legs.

The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the windowpanes.

Every dogma must have its day

The T-shirts are yellow. The bull's-eyes on the back are dark blue. During those hot days, the players said they could all feel the middle of the bull's-eye on their back.

I know I hit it. It reared up on its hind legs. It was as big as you and me.

We can try to kill all that is native, string it up by its hind legs for all to see, but spirit howls and wildness endures.