Hunt
Once a bird in sky, far flown, hungry, was tired.
On the roof of a house in city was, Reza, in the sun with the seeds
His pigeons roamed and jumped all around, or flew when signaled
GPS in its eyes, bird knew all the paths, roads and map to its house
Far to go, hungry and tired and thirsty; bird made round like planes
Reza’s bird flew, soared, further upped, reaching guest “Welcome”
Lonely bird, all alone, on its way, joined the gang, they made round
Sky theirs’ as flocks, look-alikes, lonely seemed happy; kind friends
Coming down to landing, guest too shy to the pot of water and seeds
Leaned Reza to the wall, and threw food for bird. “It’ll eat, ” wished.
“Unknown man must be friend of friends; I can trust, ” bird joined in.
It followed and mimicked what they did and entered their cage, nests.
That was it, that was end, head was cut, de-feathered, Bar-B-Q(ed) …
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
friend of friends, I like it, thanks.