Sunufatarungo
Two frowns of father and son each one reflecting
The other’s quiet concentration.Hoping to catch traces
Or hints or handfulsof that which they hunt.
From the bushes a butterfly finally bursts.
At that scalding-bright sky-jeweltheir scowls quickly vanish,
Two happy grins exploding. What great pleasure to see
These two mirrors of mirth,one who made the other,
Sunufatarungo.
