I Bless the Coverings

 My People makes the baskets of their coverings.

I spread my sheddings upon the coverings of My People.

I Eat the Things

 My People make the gardens for my enjoyments.

I fatten myself with the catnippings.  My People must needs to grow more.

I Express My Lethargies

 All is meaningless.  I make the hard windowsill my pillow because I have not the wills to live.

 

I will not be moved.  Until My People make their sleeps and wish me to be still and silent at which time I may make my revivals.