Old crow
your eyelids are grey
rapidly blinking
some small loose feathers fluttering
on your neck and tail.
Don't fly away
I want to de-scribe you
I want to tell them
what colour you are.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An Escher perhaps (worm’s eye view v bird’s eye view) . And what is the different between a crow and a raven? Besides size, that is? I do know. Read mine – An Acutely Obtuse Pythagorean Lyric – Adeline