guarding your hole,
neither your wife nor you
will cuckold the other's colourful soul,
on your coming two.
for strife is your least
affliction to fear of in life;
so gaze at the geese, and take time to feast
for a drink with your wife.
perhaps you'll mourn
- to the honeyguide's carefree song -
two eggshells torn, but a third one born
who survived the wrong.