My Love

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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?

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