With a dreary eye,
The koi awake,
And prophesize the words,
To a million fates.
They talk about branches,
Dark paths one must take,
But never a straight answer,
Or their powers may break.
To hide such a power,
In times of such need,
Make the koi pond bubble,
And the lily pads weep.
And when a friend is in need,
The only thing they can say,
Is a simple haiku,
In hopes of saving the day.















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