during the night i heard two barred owls hooting

during the day i saw three turkeys

many deer, some gamboling, a bluebird 

it was cold and gray

i watched a titmouse build a nest, months too early

the hours crawl by, i am not myself

not in spirit, not in body

if not for the wildlife

and the woods

my pain and isolation would be depressing

as is, it is only pain and isolation

nothing makes sense, we live in cat town

meanwhile, you pray, which makes even less sense

i love you, but it doesn't make sense

~

("Cat Town," by Sakutarō Hagiwara)