AIM

 

Today I killed

A Bird of Paradise.

I shot it in the heart

Like a wandering albatross

 

I wanted not to hurt it

I wanted to enjoy it

It would have been

My heart’s delight

 

But I shot it

 

I know I never ever can

Find another half as bright

As colorful and loud

My beautiful Bird of Paradise

 

The one I shot

 

Today I shot my golden bird.

Wait! But look, see

How my aim has faltered

This bird flies on, undaunted

 

I missed my shot