A starvelling baby on my top is kicking my head:
Slapping his buttocks, "No more of that!",
I should ought to scold severely so, or
I should ought to resign my mind that
There is no altenative as he is a baby;
I'm thinking chewing a bone of salted salmon
Salty juice full my mouth,
Soak into my mind and body.
I think till when, feeling like to cry cry cry
Suddenly,
The starvelling baby becomes myself in my dream