old pond, a frog jumps: "plop-splash!"
Original: 古池や蛙飛びこむ水の音; Romanized: furu ike ya kawazu tobikomu mizu no oto

crossing a clearing,
a deer disappears before
eyes can lock on it.

Eight arms
seeking eight
different states
of being.
Winding sinuously
toward eight
different ends.
Wrapping opposing
limbs around
antipodal objectives,
it risks tearing
itself in twain…
but knows better.

at mangrove’s edge:
a croc, mouth agape.
lazy hunter?