• Vol. 03
  • Chapter 11
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Quietly observing
I count its eyelashes

Distractions intimidate
I do not lose count
With one twitch of its ear
It swats the fly

Purposeful tactics
Thrown off course

It stands perfectly still
As if it knows I’m counting eyelashes
Indulging my trivial task

I get to the end
I’m the only one that knows
Precisely how many eyelashes it has

I shoo it away
The fly
But it returns
There are others too

I begin the count
Going back to one
Again and again
Until the horse closes its eye
And the moon opens hers