" O woods, O fountains, hillocks, dales, and bowers!"
Milton
one day
during the night i heard two barred owls hooting
during the day i saw three turkeys
many deer, some gamboling, a bluebird
it was cold and gray
i watched a titmouse build a nest, months too early
the hours crawl by, i am not myself
not in spirit, not in body
if not for the wildlife
and the woods
my pain and isolation would be depressing
as is, it is only pain and isolation
nothing makes sense, we live in cat town
meanwhile, you pray, which makes even less sense
i love you, but it doesn't make sense
~
("Cat Town," by Sakutarō Hagiwara)
Poetry by jim
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Written on 2021-01-10 at 03:09
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