Unknown
In a tree
In a garden
A strange bird
What I dream of
Don’t whistle
But don’t talk
Floats
But goes
Feathers
In bright colors
No.
This bird loves
pais and vree
Sometimes I find him wise
Sometimes a mockingbird
Sometimes I find myself
Wiser
And the bird bit stupid
But if I do whistle
Ears
To hear
Eyes
To see
Can you hear me whispering?
Are you listening?
The things I see
Do you have time?
Do you see that too?
I still hear
That strange bird
And slowly
He flies over
I am experiencing things No
doubt
that the bird should know
Far too beautiful to forget
Fly strange bird, fly