Morning as morning...
The sun as the sun...
But beams shone-
All the same not so....
The squint rabbit
Has frightened
The lame - squirrel...
But wolves do not
Frightened them, more...
Only intolerable
Cold - indifference...
Which walked with a cap
Invisible by winds...
Look as, grey cardinal...
But, Woodfairy sings
From the morning still
For a fern and a maple..
But he stay on across brook,
In both hands - took
Too, one's old the map...
Morning as morning...
The sun as the sun...
But beams shined-
All the same not as....
Tsira Gogeshvili
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-grey-cardinal/
