Dry creek glimpsed by lightning
Arise from sleep, old cat, And with great yawns and stretchings... Amble out for love
On the Death of his Child Dew Evaporates And all our world is dew...so dear, So fresh, so fleeting
Moon, plum blossoms, this, that, and the day goes
Don't kill!... The fly is asking you To save his life By rubbing his hands together
Carrying a poppy he passes through the quarrel.