The blackbird led
his wife
up the garden path
as if the crazy paving
had been laid especially
for them &
their kind.
I thought it odd
that
they walked instead
of flew
as if they were acting
the human.
They both
deep in conversation
about bird
current affairs
or gossip
about those noisy robins.
When they hit the deck
they both stood
in a deck chair
each
continuing what
they had been
conversing
about.
Maybe blackbirds
had taken over
the world
& I
the last human
to know.
Or, all humans
had been changed
into blackbirds.
They suddenly
made loud caw.
I took to the air
& flew.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem