The fallen trees and the night birds

night, a tree fell in the foothills
half moon shines.
nests bird on a tree branch is fell and crushed
the eggs rolls and breaks, the birds tumultuous.

then they fly and take whatever is left
but which can not fly, may have been dead.
they flew down in to the night, looking for shade tree
but why didn't saw it.

"My eyes did not luminous like owl,
but the myopic my eyes, the shady trees I know exactly!"
and the sun like Indian calsedoni
who penetrate by light.

trees such as like the corpse;
crosswise on moist soils.
"Should we put the nest on a branch
which rot, later?"

sunlight falling on their feathers,
and they are not a one or two, but a thousand.
daylight is the time to hunt
dark is the time to find housing.

do not knows how the sun had disappeared behind the hill,
but they go down into the dark, without feeling sick:
exposed by wind, infiltrated by moisture, the muffled voice
until day by day, time by time, they become night birds.

(Tanjungkarang, December 2009)