We've had one, yes. What about second breakfast?

littlewillowcabin:

Now I’m sewing, sewing, sewing medicine bundles
With grass threads and porcupine quills
And I’m filling them up with galaxy beams
And with all the stars you’ve snuffed
And all the ghosts you’ve been
And with every shape you’ve morphed
And all the trees you’ve stumped
And I’m filling them…