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Over there at the far sight,
There is a couple, fighting with their veins showing in their necks.

Like all the other quarrels between husband and wife,
They are supposedly ‘arguing’ about their child’s education.
Wife is nagging her husband, and husband rolls his strong, iron hands into fists and trembles.
Their bloodshot eyes clearly show they ‘will’ strike one another in few moments.

A shrimp like child seems to be squeezed between two angry whales,
Unable to decide anything,
But helplessly and nervously rolls his eyes like tennis balls.

Why adults do fight?
Why don’t they just DO a rock, paper and scissors and follow what the winner says?

He just doesn’t get this situation with his small head,
But this is the first time he realizes that rules at a preschool do not apply to adults;
Especially to his parents.

An old lady at the scene calls for a pitiful chick.
As the rescued child rushes, the old lady smiles warmly,
And embraces the child with her loving heart.

“Tut, tut… Kids are raising kids nowadays…”
She cautiously and softly patted the back of the child.

She’s like Mama,
A scared child dangles some tears, and shyly tries to hide himself by smothering himself into the old lady.

For such lovable action… the kind old lady

“Ha ~
..........Your journey of suffering ….
.................................................. ..Starts RIGHT HERE……”
.................................................. .....................................Sneers

“Huh?”

‘Did I just hear? No…. I think I’ve just heard something I’m not suppose to.’

As if to reward the chaotic confusion the child has,
The old lady gives her best, sweet warming smile and says,

“Despair… … child.”

Although he is an indiscreet child yet to know the complicating adult world,
He unconsciously slaps this ‘very’ spiteful old lady.

Lights shone from the side of a bus window warms my body.

There is none of the usual hubbub,
But only silence exists in this suburb city,
The bus is driving without a driver,
Heading to a place unknown.

I am the last person to stand on this earth.

I stepped off from the driverless bus
Only to find a bubble gum machine
Filled with rainbow coloured balls.

Everything feels like……Charlie and the Chocolate factory.

Long shadows overlap my view,
I turn to see…… two giraffes.
This definitely must be a dream.

I am perplexed
For I never had a dream as awake as this one.

One of the smaller giraffes blankly stares at my eyes.
What do giraffes sound like?
Awkward silence fills the atmosphere.

Fluffy fur ~ So Cuuute ~~~ ♥

The black eyes twinkled with moisture
Reminding me….. …..

Just then
Clumsy footsteps with clouds of dust,
Notify its presence

I turn to see a herd of humans……?
Darwin’s way of human evolution
Stares at me for a long time.

Are they waiting…… who…… me?

I guess it’s true that you are getting stronger in a jail.

Soooo boring…..
I’ve been sleeping half a day
(That is 12 hours, 720 minutes, 43200 seconds of sleep) x 3 days ~!!!!

Tormented with rambling thoughts
I decided to train my weakening muscles and dispersing mentality
Sit ups become handstands to push ups.

2167, 2168, 2169 …… he he
Now that I think of it… it’s sooo nice in here without any harm…

Eh?
Disturbed mind disturb a motion.

“Hm… two thousand nine hundred thirteen…?”
I must have murmured this out loud, for all of sudden an old speaker on the wall starts to creak
Then NEET, lazy voice of panda leisurely says

“It’s two thousand eight hundred and forty, ass-hole.”
I startled and stumbled to the back
And heard some more mumbling over the speaker

Probably a mouth full of sugar coated cheese cake …
I am positively sure that his blood is made out of sugar.
Sweet treat for mosquitoes.
May you be blessed with them, Amen.

Comes to think of it…… wait a sec… … you

“Not a stalker.”
So you mind read now? Then…

“Simple thinking pattern, once in every 0.84 seconds, do the math.”

I agree
............“Is… is that so…”
.....................................reluctantly.

Can’t figure what this stupid genius is thinking.

“Same here”

I REALLY don’t like him.

<-- Detective L, the Panda

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One icy winter night,
I questioned her around the corner where even cars scarcely drive.

It is upsetting to admit this,
But she hears my words one ear to another.

Giving a hollow snort and empty smirk,
She blankly stares at some unknown place.

“Ever been into a bottomless pit?”
Orange street lights shone her side,
Hiding the other half of her sorrow.

“No I just… you’re keep getting hur…….t”
A black car passes, leaving its red light on her.

“Don’t you dare.”
Like a knife chopping a vegetable,
She looks straight into my eyes and firmly says

“E.v.e.r.”

With her conclusion,
She takes a deep breath and jumps from the rail road.
Like always, showing her back to my side,
She goes far away to a place I do not know.

What is the burden you carry on your small back?
The question dims with the white steam of breath.

“There is no exit.”
She seems to be self-mocking her own fault.

Over there,
Where a vacant lot densely filled with tall weeds,
Stood a tall tree for decades.
Villagers nearby had a strange story of a lost child, strolling;

“Ma… where are you?”

“Ma… I miss you.”

A motherless child blankly cries for its mother.
People tentatively speculate
An abandoned corpse lies beneath the tree,
Waiting and wandering

Mama……

A small tree at the time of a child’s death
Burgeons into a luxuriant tree.
The taller it grows,
Higher and farther a child visions.

Mama……

Avoiding and whispering
Supposedly about the damned tree.
Villagers feel the eerie note to a child’s voice;
Enamoring adroitly.
A warning goes into one ear out the other,
I look up for this infamous tree.

At the top its companion
There is a child wearing a raggedy straw hat,
Incessantly gazing at one place;

Mama……

A pitiful child with
Lingering attachment and memories
Still has eyes full of tears