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.
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