what's so funny about raising an ostrich?
with only a few square yards of mud in a zoo,
aren't the legs too long?
the neck, isn't it too long?
in a country of falling snow
aren't its wings too ragged?
because the stomach is empty
I guess it eats tough loaves of bread,
yet the ostrich eyes are looking
only at a distance, aren't they?
is it burning desperately?
is it waiting for the coming
of the blue wind?
is there a surge of the dreams of infinite
in that small simple head?
this is not an ostrich any more,
is it?
people, stop doing this.