The first day of the year –
the ancient hunting rifle
shining like brand new
*
A fawn in the bush –
the hunter’s forefinger
pulling the trigger
*
The nightingale’s chant
hushed up all of a sudden:
the roaring gun’s shot
*
The greedy vixen
jumping and catching at once
the sole bird’s shadow
*
Barefoot through the grass...
the ants are all going round
both my unshod soles
*
Almost end of the day –
the hunter’s shooting pocket
stuffed only tales
*
In the fierce beast’s eyes
seeking for an easy kill
the day is setting
*
- Hey cuckoo nestling,
come hither to hang around
with the street children!
*
The autumn lurching –
in the cobweb in the tree
the first fallen leaves
*
Hear the woodpecker –
with each knocking in the tree
another leaf falls
*
Only empty nests...
How many of them will be
filled again next spring?