Someone has pulled me out of the grass
Because I had fallen
From a black branch.
O sweet! O wild!
The cats are evil here!
O I am an ugly little bird – with my soft beak
I keep pecking at the running brook
And I screech when at someone
Bruised by the brute force I look!
My wings still cannot fly
But I love to travel.
My little feet I can hardly raise.
Restraining my wild little shudders
I feebly into the sky gaze.
I do not want to be in the nest
In which darkness keeps me warm.
Alone and all my own
Weak and strong,
I remain out, in the storm!
Admiral Mahic is a poet from Bosnia.
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