Crawling over tree branches,
I'm high up in a tree.
Away from the noise,
Away from the crowd.
It's too late to find me;
I won't come back down,
watching mongrel princess crying
over the death of her mother.
I am certain her mother would cry the same
if she had died.
And I can't help think,
what about me?
Mother doesn't even greet
me, walking by in the market—
how many tears would she and my
invisible father
shed for me?
Thinking too hard, wishing for Acelan
to help me puzzle this out.
But he's doing what he's told
(Good Acelan, always there)
Keeping mongrel
Karma safe.
Sitting in the branches
I cry till the sun is past down
Away from the noise,
away from Ecl
away from every-
thing.