O thou soap bubble Freely floating around now Your life will end soon.

A lotus flower Sprouting up from the water A symbol of love.

A cat on the prowl Stealthily stalking a bird Sly hunting instinct.

On its eggs it sits Awaiting the eggs to hatch Wild dogs are a threat.

Ant on a flower Looking for its beloved nectar A sweet hangover.

O thou garden snail Gliding at such a slow pace A trail of mucous.

On a distant tree Silhouette of a heron Against the dawn sky.

In the old mirror She sees a network of lines Mirror must be cracked

From the undergrowth The hungry rail emerges Food is on its mind.

She thinks she is fine Her damp pillow betrays her Her heart in pieces