Mountain loneliness—
 
hunting in silence, the owl
 
overtakes its prey.

 
 
 

summer solitude—
 
a red-winged blackbird hunting
 
fruitlessly for food

 
 
 

With a shriek of joy,
 
a hawk greets the morning sun
 
and begins to hunt.

Hunt

 
 
 

New year, day nineteen—
 
beneath my barren plum tree
 
sparrows hunt for food.

Hunt

 
 
 

winter afternoon—
 
in the old stone Buddha’s lap
 
blackbird hunts for seeds

Hunt

 
 
 

Summer on the wane—
 
this evening the great horned owl
 
hunts near my back door.