Suppose your soul, missing the years
It belonged to a magician
Who hid it from his foes
Within an egg, inside a nest,
Under a bird, on a tree branch
Growing at the top of a mountain,
Gets tired of city life and withdraws
To a small town in a distant and
Possibly imaginary country. Birds
Carry messages concerning you
But the distance is great so Lapwing
Passes to Falcon passes to Merganser
Passes to Albatross passes to Tsuzume
Who, if she isn't eaten by an owl,
Instructs your soul to behave in ways
Appropriate to your condition. "He is fearful;
Tremble! He is confused; leap aimlessly!
He is complacent; fall into a well!"
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