Piled high leaves; A squirrel is plying there,
Does she see another watching?
Slide, slip down; she is seeking there,
Does she hear the red bird, chirping?
World opened wide; A bit of raking there,
I did not see them watching.
I did not hear them waiting.
Drip, drop, fall; a few drops here and there,
She leaves by leaps ascending,
Her tail tugging my thoughts,
Of this aftermath of order.