A wide and sometimes alarmed interest in a variety of things and sidelights on life in general is displayed in these poems, or rather this poem, for though there are differences in tone and subject that mark off sections, the book appears as a whole, without obvious breaks, like a run-on conversation. Everything attracts the author's curiosity: her family, friends, locality science, psychology. The doctor asks the rat real questions, like, ""where did that potassium go? Not, what do you think of Willie Mays or the weather,"" and so he gets real answers. Humans and presumably poets, are asked more obscure questions. And the questions, not the answers, are what concern this poet. Thus, there are few conclusions; but a rambling openness and freedom, an inquisitive intelligence, gives this volume a great feminine charm and sense of life.