A cuckoo, larger than the forest, digs a hole in the
still warm, ashen landscape.
The butt of a rifle spreads over the arrogant
mountains.
A wisp of straw is placed as observer at the side of
the hole.
A guinea-hen’s eye, detached from its body, serves as a
signal.
The eye reddens: the butt coagulates, the cuckoo’s
feathers gather in a very furious four-fourths
movement.
The straw glitters a long time in the complicated
fistula of the sky’s deserter.
Thus, in the morning twilight, the winter cuckoo is
sucked in by his surroundings.
(Paul Colinet)
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