this is not
a case of a bird
pregnant
with eggs to
lay on its about
to be finished
nest,
it is just about
a short hovering upon
a branch
of a tree without leaves
at noon
and then this bird
flies away
without knowing exactly
where to go
and where to hover
on its next
stop.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem