Sitting in a yard with my eyes closed My pen's nib on the table waiting For the outflow of words A humming of folk song Woke me from my thought Wooing me towards her A captivating beauty moving forward In a slow folksy feminine way She was in a black frock With coppery brown coat Her alluring ruby-red eyes Giving me a glance to follow her Reached a small Amur maple tree Where her Beloved waiting For his black and brown beauty Welcoming her with his love Disguised beauty flew away From my lustful sight The appealing crow pheasant Holding hands sat on a branch Hearing their song of duet Putting my head down with dismay Back to my seat with her thoughts!