Let Go

(My) dingo mates been missing/ in some sand-dunes 4 a while. Howled his name in/ all directions/ is he growling some bitch out? I glimpse a figure in the dis-tance/ it's a dwarf(?) -no it's a child! Crawling baby on it's hands /in the hot sands?/I'm in denial. I walk the tortorous terrain/ for-all-of a quart-of-a mile. Overhead passes a plane/ am I in vain -is this a trial?