willow inconnue the poor willow so tall and yellow my neighbour cut it down 040406 ... crOwl your neighbour is a sad man. 040406 ... tilt bristling in the wind 041205 ... aM i DiStUrBeD? But the sad man now has to do away with the willow, its soul in his hands. And no-more will the willow bristle in the wind, save in the sad man's hands as his breeze of his voice courses over the body of the distant hole where it once stood: bristling in the wind. 041205 what's it to you? who go blather from