Her throat is stippled, black and white and brown
Her tie-dyed wings ark wide and wildly flap
I love the feathered bracelets round her thighs
I love his jealous crow, a thunderclap
A tug that pulls a tiny train of waves
This farmyard wife has tags of chicks in tow
Past puddles' khaki mirrors see her strut
Small speeding chicklets cackling two and fro
Above, the skies are weeping, clouds are low.
She stops to drink.Like a small stab of pain
Her beak sends circling ripples round the pool
Raindrops, dance around her peck like grain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem