'I saw one today' says G.S.
Well, I didn't.
Not really one of our birds
right here in town.
But I remember the one
who couldn't fly real well-
used to come to our bird feeder in Springfield.
The females don't have red wings-
ain't black either.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this, Gail. I'm particularly taken by what is not said directly, a sense of cynicism, and perhaps sadness, underneath everything. Don