I sat on the bed wrapped in fog.
The blind rustled.
The sunbeams crawled in marvellously.
Then I was frightened by another speech, “Nihonjin desu.”
I declared that it flew in from the outside.
I rolled up the blind.
Oya, oya! There was a parrot perching in a cage by my window!
He adjusted his showy coat first, and then sent me his inquisitive eyes.
“Anata donata?” he repeated.
“Morning Glory is my insignificant name, sir,” I replied.