The Dream of the Starving Birds
After long delay I have entered
the room of the starving birds.
I bought a machine selling squirrels
and placed it in my room with
pigeons on porches
(their gentle, multicolored wings!),
little birds in cages asking to be fed,
a great black raven, and,
beyond my sight, another
Larger bird.
Then I chanced them;
journeyed, left the room,
but I worried,
and soon I came back to feed them.
A sense of urgency has driven me
to take my plate of omelet upstairs.
