I glide through the woods as careful as a little Robin imagining how they are so gentle and agile as they take the wind.
I stop as I see a Mockingbird looking at me, singing
glorious words of grace and security, when it suddenly stops
its merry tune and stares for a short while behind me in terror.
I know a predator awaits behind me I take in a short breath
of air and slowly get ready with my arrow, I turn shooting my target
in the chest which slowly reveals bright crimson blood pooling next to the still lifeless body.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nelly, i love birds and i saw robins outside our window this morning (different than u.k. robins) . we have mockingbirds also. i really like how your poem glides along. i usually use rhymes, but i liked your poem VERY MUCH. i wonder if you were the prey, and i wonder who/what was the predator. thanks for sharing. i'll add this to my mypoemlist. bri edwards