The sun is warm against my face

And it illuminates the fields before my eyes.

Kind of golden-

Except for the green of corn sheaths.

A mouse runs out of the crops!

Before I can pounce, a crow swoops in,

Reaches with its claws,

Encases the rodent.

An elegant kill.

Kings should learn from us animals.

Days pass but I see no need to label them.

And people too;

Running about because

Laziness is a sin.

I am guilty of that.

Nothing can stir me from my rest.

Good smells perhaps...

Young children are trying to play with me.

Oh, you innocent creatures,

Under this roof, it is MY kingdom!

Despite the interruptions-

Even the calls for meals-

Slumber takes up most of my day.

Every so often, I’ll go on the hunt;

Rivers near the farm hide good snacks.

Very soon I shall become one with nature.

Everything good must end, after all.

I wonder what that endless sleep holds:

Trouble, or opportunity?

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