
the monkey sage sits —
not napping, but looking so,
on the temple wall

the monkey sage sits —
not napping, but looking so,
on the temple wall

an orb weaver
sets its trap by trail’s edge, &
catches one gawker

two red bugs mate
on one side of a tree;
on the other: orgy

nesting birds
unmoved by their reflected
doppelgängers

the moth is still.
is it alive or dead?
how patient am i?