Nothing new or astonishing
did the blue jay have to report
from the land of the supernatural.
Down here in a short time six thousand bees
have collected a kilo of honey
in the blossoming fruit trees.
Eels swim against the current
Salmon bound upstream
through white cascades.
A weasel has sunk its teeth into the foreleg
of the apocalyptical rider’s steed
and momentarily halted its progress.
This the jay would be able to relate
on its return to the supernatural.
Be off with you!
Do as I command you!