It was in May

It was in May. The sultry noon seemed endlessly long.

The dry earth gaped with thirst in the heat.

When I heard from the riverside a voice calling, "Come, my darling!"

I shut my book and opened the window to look out.

I saw a big buffalo with mud-stained hide, standing near the river

with placid, patient eyes; and a youth, knee deep in water,

calling it to its bath.

I smiled amused and felt a touch of sweetness in my heart.