Three bright-lipped friends Feast on parslied juice of cow The tender slippery chickens fleshed And sauced beneath the apple boughs Expose spring skins -- Their warm backs suck the sun While sharp of tooth and red of tongue They ravish flesh and herb. Laughter floating Lips to air Is caught in the hidden ear Of the small swart satyr -- Among three friends in swollen spring Sharp hooves and dancing tail erect, Leaping, the clever grabbing goat, Gleeful with foaming whiskers, Tastes and tickles into a fine rapture Three friends. They awake on shadowed grass And see with aimless rolling eye The empty basket The empty frock The blue evening sky.