Ch'i

Too sudden a squirrel
I see not its face
but know that it watches
humbled by pace

So loud yet so quiet
It leaves not a trace
Aside from the victim
it leaves in disgrace

Is it vengeance and strife
or mearly of needs?
Does it know what it does
or the grievance it feeds?

My garden, abolished
and with it my will
No chance of revival
until there's a chill

To this a sudden squirrel
I now lay in wait
So dream of those gardens
and know they are bait

5 minutes

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