When small pieces of the bark
begin to growl
and the pills are scattered
on the ground,
where the tree began to prowl
in the park
without a sound,

the drop appears.
Like a crystal sphere
it wobbles and, then,
fades back, until the
leaves, and the mind,

turning black, are saturated
with new times; a
suspicious character, perhaps
not as known, already home
and perfectly grown has
reached the end, forever after.