An Astonishing Choice

Pesticide

I'm on my way.
Determined, at last,
To leave.

But first -
A final glance

At chickens
Pecking at melon seeds
Strewn across the yard

As unaware as you, my son,
Taking your usual repose,
your snoring soothes.

I like its steadiness.

But I must go.

I'm on my way.
Determined, at last,
To leave.

I'm sound of mind
And this pretense must end -
Today.

She wishes me gone -
the pest - you've heard her say
So finally, at jiu shi sui*,

I'm resolute:

I will no longer stay.

A few swift swallows
Is all that it will take.

* = 90 years old