A high whistle, the banging
in my throat, I look
at the monster with one eye

it rages
towards me
I look
with my other eye

who dares to press
his thumb the longest
on the rails, in sight
of the express train

The train driver is startled
but not Pooh, Edward Bear
living under the name of Sanders

He likes his new name
(maybe Winnie is a girl)
and he does not know
the swan of long ago

I am Christopher
I love stories and I live
behind a green door