When Monica saw me sleeping br One day at dawn upon the wet grass, br She asked me, “Isn’t that a peculiar place to sleep? ” br br I raised my waking eyes to look at her, br Her body was supple and sexy, br But not the stunning body of fifteen years ago, br She had gained a slight belly, br Somehow making her even more alluring; br I said, “It’s not such a bad place to rest, br The sparrows serenade me with joyous songs.” br br I wanted to make love to Monica, br But I fondly gazed at one of my little sparrows br And went back to sleep.