The Bowing Flower
Every move comes from the wind,
Waves without wisdom, do a flower in.
The early frost like a wedding dress,
And each crystal, a sharp caress.
Soon she is subdued, a shatter of fright.
She bows forever even in daylight.
I remember she came early for me.
To turn my mind when he calls to see.
Don’t stay out, as the starlight is dead.
Stay inside, stay with your head.
--Master Keiko, the cat
