Sunk in thoughts
Here I sit in car
Preened: "I'm blind."
Watch the birds
A robin, copper with some black
The legs thin, hard dark beak
Too smart…
A girl runs
Wears Tee-Shirt
Thin, grey
Up and down her breasts
Attractive!
Motionless and still is remains bird
Both of us do the same
Both alert.
Suddenly beak turns pick
Bird digs in
A long worm is hanging
A sort of crawling or whining
Hunter is strong
For the worm no way out
I am sunk in my thoughts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem