by Birgit Linder
Children in the courtyard Spread barley seeds to grow cities. But Ah Lee had called the birds in from the sky. Only one robin red-breast was caught in the paw of the singing cat, like a wayward butterfly flickering above its head, and let go in a twitch the last of the barley that grows in the end into a skyscraper. Ah Lee was sent to the Pied Piper. The singing cat still waves its golden paw. Our children now play framed by square shadows. And the robin twitters in its wooden cage. |