THE FALL OF MORI-KUNU-DING

THE FALL OF MORI-KUNU-DING Up in the air, a bird took flightOn a chase to catch its mateA reflecting image on a glass wallAnd a false space, by bird, hard to tell Going round and round in a circleWith an arrow speed it aligned it wingsThud, the beak came first, then the headWith the neck hitting the glass wall Bringing its mission to a standstill,It lost all realities and lost the chaseDown it fell unto the lowly ground,The sun burned deep its feathers cursed Gross was the mistake for fancy flightInto the tinted glass of Yundum high-riseWe all thought it was dead and goneIt laid there a while without a stir But on sighting a man approachingFlew low into the cover of safetyOf a flower bed near the buildingWhere it built up its strength A child asked, in disbelief, the rationaleWhat was in the head of a tiny birdDubbed the marabou of all birdsWhose thought is small as its size