My Bird In the Forest

Again at dusk, my bird into the forest slipped For the vigilant owl leaving behind cozy nest  In the heart of cell to detain the roving crow  To agitate the meditating dove for a needless cry.  Deep down in the dense darkness of Light My bird in that echo, a way finds A drop at bay, the sea, end another Even in mingle nay become the sea. Hanging boughs and virgin fruits, too far Like a wish indecent touching my heart But that too wash’d like a mark on sand For a man is man and God is God.