Thought crime

I imagined committing  a crime

against an owl, who was

contemplating a squirrel

who was thinking of a story

between two nuts.

The nuts were in furtive

concentration of a tree

and the tree drew narration

of the rain, the rain

ruminated on a cloud that

was thinking of the sun

and the sun, alone, thought

of nothing and no one,

but just dreamt all day long.