bird of prey.
when we were young
we sang to the birds
unutterable, fruitful proverbs.
we sang proverbs
to the birds.
and as we sang
we fancied the sight
of colorful plumes
of a divine majesty
we savoured the song
symphonic, harmonic
melodic, euphonic.
but when night fell
and we slept
and we dreamt
of our soaring roaring
song for the birds
manifest snakes
in the dark
took our birds
prey.
their voices nor their garb
were sufficient protection
from strangulation
or damnation.
perhaps our fancy was farce.
or perhaps we killed them
and swallowed them like apples
to nourish our naive youth.