A swan on its own comes flying inland <br />Too lofty to prey on ponds of the weak, <br />And sees askance two lavish kingfishers <br />Nesting proud on a pearl-tree's peak: <br />Atop their treasure-tree, high as if mighty, <br />When don't they fear the bronze bullets' flight? <br />For wearers of wealth are worn down in the crosshairs <br />And grandeur will crowd the gods to spite. <br /> <br />And I now roam far beyond rage of men's eyes. <br />So what shall the fowl-hunter's heart now prize?<br /><br />Zhang Jiuling<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/brooding-on-circumstance-2/
