[tinyowl]

No hit No flowers
In the blackest night, a wet frog dances on the foot of a farting rock
Here in the valley, thirty strikes from no stick shatter the moon in the water
Blub blub blub, the valley flowers move back and forth by themselves

[Talisker]

From the far north
The wind moves across plains and mountains
And reaches the dark valley
Just as the water is shattered
By the reflection of the moon.

Without touching any flowers
The air is still again.
The wind vanished without a trace.

A frog farts. A rock falls
Waking a stoned liberal who looks around
And softly whispers, “duuude...”