An egret wore, milk-like white
and sat still, with eyes down cast,
but shot his devilish, eyeballs out
if a fish ever hugged, his holy feet.
“They may wear milk-like frocks;
necks may grow long like rocks,
but I’ve never, ever seen
fish-gobbling ones, observing sil.”
Soon he drew a heavenly pond, and
enticed and gulped the shoal of fish,
but a crafty crab, sat hiding in the pond
packed that bully into a pond of hell.
He that pecks, antique tree trunks
and honors so high, his crafty work
bows so low, beneath, a banana tree.
(An interpretation of Baka Jataka tale, which is a story about an egret that fooled a shoal of fish in a pond and gobbled them all but was fooled by a crab.)
Copyright © December 26, 2019, Newton Ranaweera
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