I've had this book of poems since time immemorial. The title is a little creepy...
And it comes from this poem, translated from the Japanese by someone who cares nothing for preserving the rules of haikus.
But it's this squirrel-themed page that particularly interests me - I really like squirrels, and wholeheartedly agree with William Butler Yeats (except perhaps for his rhyming 'do' with 'go'.
But this Humbert Wolfe person is just horrid! Grey squirrels are great, and much maligned. I should write a poem about Humbert Wolfe killing trees, eating his relatives and being shot. See how he likes it!
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