keto dreams

This is a poem I came across this morning. Translated from the original Chinese. Composed by a long-gone cat named T’ao Ch’ien.

“Swiftly the years beyond recall, — Solemn the stillness of this fair morning. — I will clothe myself in spring-clothing, — And visit the slopes of the Eastern Hill. — By the mountain stream a mist hovers, — Hovers a moment, then scatters. — There comes a wind blowing from the south — That brushes the fields of new corn.”