by Dalma-Edina Boross

Once the singing skylark was shot
On the occasion of a hunt
Believe it or not
That bird took pot-luck
Had never expected too much
Only from herself.
By the tones which left her throat
Was always trying and tough
People open their hearts
And how to bear the lights
Inside.

By mistake she died
Without any sound of a cry
Just singing until the end of her life
While a bullet was hurting that nice little heart
Bleeding strongly but still alive
The skylark gave her last song
To the man of the night.

Made no bones about to save
The forest spirits from the grave
And all the creatures heard the voice
Cruel finishing stroke, what a choice
She was brave when the end was near
Showed no fear it couldn't be more clear
Those who had this scene as sight
Expressed their obeisance after her last fight.

(2006)