I was just thinking that Ezra Pound, mystical proto-fascist that he was wrote many wonderful, Haiku styled poems. One that I loved is called “Field Mouse”. I’m going to post this from memory, if anyone sees any mistakes in it feel free to let me know.

And the days are not long enough
And the nights are not full enough
And life slips by, like a field mouse
Not shaking the grass

I love it.