Wheels

Huginn: Why are we thinking so much about wheels?

Muninn: It is what we do. You think, and I remember, and the ravens wheel. It is called cognition, and should it happen again, it is recognition.

H: On the high mountain/wheels the crane against the sky/the wind is laughing.

M: That is a cognitive feat, and it runs on cognitive feet towards its intangible goal. I shall archive it under haiku, and remember it when you have next taken a hike.

H: Today we are being silly, aren't we?

M: Thought can be silly, but Memory remains memory.