Silent Gecko
Bai Qiu
Awakening from a poem
That lingering gliding sound
Is a restless moth
Flitting around the closed room
Its companion has been frightened away
It alone flutters in a dream
The gecko has eyed it for a long time
And has moved into a good position
After a few pauses
It strikes swiftly and silently
For some reason I cry out in sorrow
Feeling caught in the belly of reality