Jatinga

Just a poem

Jatinga

A bird that slit

By knife, its throat

Because it thought

That was the way

In a little bit,

Fell from the cote

Then looked like it,

Began to sway

Those watching it,

Laughed, and thought

That bird's not fit

To dance, and play

No one knew, when

It stopped to move

What was that bird,

Trying to say

With such a dance,

Then in a glance

Closed its eyes,

And passed away.