On a Cruise In Japan

by Chua Han Au

wouldn’t the mandarin ducks feel cold
waddling their webbed feet in it
and having their feathers doused
in blizzard-like water

wouldn’t the pine trees mourn
for their young
when they shrivel
and wither in the algid weather

wouldn’t the eagles lament to fly
to the apex of mountains
where their vision is clouded by
a whirling fog

wouldn’t the catfishes
be suffocated
when the water is frozen
and no space is left for air

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