Come my avian friend
And watch me through
the chain metal fence;
as I wonder, what climes
share your dropped feather.
I ask about the last flight
you took
Was it too far
or did you miss
the avian route;
And leave a feather
in the lonely air
for a soul mate to find.
Still you chirp
inside your diminished existence
forgiving both metal and me;
For I have stood still
picking not the fallen feather
that would have freed your soul.
Baru Gobira 2006
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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