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!