A bird was dying
It took white poison
It was like rice, milk or something
Left open in man’s garden
Did it think mankind
clear as the air
that lets it fly
As much it can bend
While it was dying
Up and high it went again
To sound the warning
“not all that shines is grain”
But it found the city clouds lonely
For the rest had gone their busy way
Down it came falling
As strength sped away
Men see it falling. Fallen,
they say, ‘new puzzle from the heavens’
which they begin to solve
while more shall be coming
