[ The Simurg: Another Weird Bird Poem ]
In Kaf,
the birds rule more than just the sky.
When wings give rise to life and flight
the wingless too sigh with delight
and, in our wispy way,
we lift a hand and then an eye
to watch a myth drift gently by.
And then they vanish behind a cloud
what myth is this that mist can shroud?
Singing in the dervish dawn,
we only see what's gone is gone.
How can thirty birds turn into one? |
