i see
                     mad dogs
running before a yellow sky
frantic       yapping dogs
         biting their tails
   biting their tails and yapping
yellow yapping dogs

          they play violins now
                              frantic playing
yapping and playing before a yellow sky

they run     and stop     and play
frantic yapping notes
        and bite         their tails
             yellow biting dogs
with yapping violins
           before a frantic sky
yellow dogs
                  and mad i


Early one morning, in 1971, I left a friends house
and encountered a woman trying to catch her frantic
yellow dog. Endevouring to help, I grapped it by the collar.

It slipped its collar and bit me.
I returned home to find a letter from Chris Freypons
with this poem inside.