Sunk In Thoughts

Sunk in thoughts

Here I sit in car
Preened: "I'm blind."

Watch the birds
A robin, copper with some black
The legs thin, hard dark beak

Too smart…

A girl runs
Wears Tee-Shirt
Thin, grey
Up and down her breasts

Motionless and still is remains bird
Both of us do the same
Both alert.

Suddenly beak turns pick
Bird digs in
A long worm is hanging
A sort of crawling or whining
Hunter is strong
For the worm no way out

I am sunk in my thoughts.

by Nassy Fesharaki

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