night fluttered
its wings-
a wounded bird
fallen into my lap
to be comforted
i lie awake
nursing bird-night
teary-feathers
gained strength
at the break of
a ruddy dawn
the bird will return
as night gathers, again!
Sounds as if your bird-night loves lots of attention when the sun goes down, and all its feathered friends go home to their bird-loves! lol! This is fine work, Indira! ~FjR~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
To imagine night as bird and the imagery are awesome.Loved it.