Between the road
and the rice field.
Rising in pitch.
Perhaps a chicken?
A wild one, a savage one,
nature's undamaged one.
Who can guess where the song came from?
Which lark, which swallow?
Who can guess the etymology of
this bird's lyrics?-
Quicker, quicker. (A quarrel?)
It's simple physics, when a hatchling falls.
Should be dead but
perhaps it only broke its useless wing.
Yes, a scornful mother.
Yes, a grieving mother.
In the end, we never know what song
she will sing- who will sing?
In the end, the bird's song is the swishing
of the palms in wind, the droplets of dew on
the lively fronds, a knife of grass under rain.