My Love
I Whither art thou, dear Francolin You were here only a moment ago Pecking blissfully at the ground, walking Calmly… Gone in a flash! A brown streak of lightning- Cutting through the dry grass of summer Disappeared into the bushes at the fringes Was that you, O lovely francolin?! But I know you will come back, my dear To peck coolly at the soil I shall wait for you, I swear Don't worry, darling. I won't harm you. But I can't say the same For some of my other Biped brethren… II I have waited for weeks Day morphs into night, night Into day; the serene immutable cycle goes on. The ground is now Cold concrete. The bushes are now Black fences. I wait for days Longing for you, my love But will you ever come back?