Meditation

Inside the cottage I built In the jungle Non to be seen nor disturb by the flesh flies, Mosquitoes Insects And stinky ditch and bushes I tried to meditate Yet frustrated At the sound of beasts howling outside. I closed the doors and windows Their voices not be heard. Yet these coming Through the holes and gapes Of my house, Brought by the air I breathed. I closed my eyes to concentrate But Lo! A change occurred in me, I was turning into a fox Frail and wavering Too late! I regretted I should had turned into it Long ago.