What are you doing, birdie, on a black branch…

- What are you doing, birdie, on a black branch,
looking anxious?
You mean, that slingshot labels,
but life is possible?

- Oh, no, when targeting them with a slingshot,
I do not get lost.
Much worse your guesses;
them and I look back.

- I'm afraid, do you like cage,
and even gold.
But it is better to sing while sitting on a branch; seldom
sing, flying.

- Not true! I am attracted to eternity.
I know her.
Her first feature - the inhumanity.
And here I am - at home.

1993

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