She takes off br all her clothes br br just for br the fun of it br br every now & then I br catch a glimpse br br of naked bum br br as it runs not here br or there but helter skelter. br br She who only br mastered the art of walking br br not so long ago br br now glorying br in her limbs. br br 'Hey Cherub! ' br I call out to her br br & she turns br & comes br br not because she's br understood br br but understands the love br dripping form the words br br an honeycomb br of language. br br She tries to clothe br the nakedness of her br br experiences br br in a dress br of words. br br She is surprised br to find br br that her br anabooboo br br doesn't stick br to the cat br br and the cat br wanders amilessly off br br discarding with disdain br her attempt br br at naming him. br br Soon the cat br will become its sound br br (me! how?) br br then finally br making it to being br br C A T br (just like that) . br br It's a long journey br into knowing. br br I almost prefer br her almost Martian naming br br her alien br way of seeing. br br I curtly call the cat that br and even name the next cat that br br an ANABOOBOO br br and still can drive her br mad br br years later br in a future far from here br br calling my teenage br daughter br br to say her date br is here.