The gate of the chocolate house
Opened, and its windows of truth
Were opened to all.
The speckled bird from
The sea has just arrived.
It flew around the backyard tree,
Sizing up at which branch
He will take his rest.
My eyes rove like the bird’s eye
Shifting views:
From the gate,
To the windows,
To the speckled bird,
To the sea,
To the branch,
To the tree,
And to the bird’s eye on the mirror.