30th—“Chui, chui, chui!”
A little sparrow was twittering at my hotel window.
I could not believe that the sparrow of large America could be as small as the Nippon-born.
Horses are large here. Woman’s mouth is large, something like that of an alligator. Policeman is too large.
I fancied that little birdie might be one strayed from the bamboo bush of my family’s monastery.
“Sweet vagabond, did you cross the ocean for Meriken Kenbutsu?” I said.
“Chui, chui! Chui, chui, chui!” he chirped.
Is “chui, chui” English, I wonder?
I pushed the window up to receive him.
Oya, ma, he has gone!