By anonymous

Cherries
The eagle’s golden breakfast
Strangles
God keeps sparrows,
Who of little love
Know how

every bird,
just a crumb;
I dare not eat, though I starve, —
My luxury
To touch the
pellet
happy sparrow
coveting.

famine all around,
I miss an ear,
upon my board,
so fair.
how rich
I deem that I with but a crumb
Am sovereign

EXPERIMENT
every one I meet
The figure of a nut

plausibly;
meat within is
me.

The flamingo froze