A piece of cloth to absorb your twitterings, my bird

A piece of cloth to absorb your twitterings, my bird
You abandoned two eggs in the corner of my veranda
Your urgent flight slipped my mind
You couple happily in jets of wind

A shot-at bird you are, my persecuted bird,
A mysterious hand defends you, cruel and preying,
We shall meet in the alley where we shall leap over, over the necessary journey

How have I not been preyed upon yet?
How my wings entangled not against the window I strike my head
The second and the third time the sanctuary was shut on me

I am a scholarly bird, I open a book
On page 73 I read a line like this:
You are faithful and devoted to your parcel of land
But I was compelled to go far away ---


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Translated from the Hebrew by the author, © 1996 Ella Bat-Tsion