Two hurried beasts found
one blue pebble surrounded
by spare citizens.
The light shown on them all, but
all they wanted was
to steal the gravel’s virtue.
They viscously clawed
through bogs, clay, barrows, and fire
till naught was left but a shell…
(This is a Choka, and it stems from a group of Eastern forms of poetry called Waka. The syllable count is 5-7-5-7-5-7-…5-7-7).