In the wide open space
That it loves so much,
One can see
Its tiny little head
Watching the prey
With the stillness
Of a Zen master.
When the wait is over,
One can witness
Shri Hanuman’s blessings
In the speed of its chase.
It bursts and ends sharply,
Describing the bends
Of the lightning.
Then the beat
Of its tiny little heart
Slows down its pace,
Until it regains
The stillness
Of a Zen master.
