a young partridge flew quickly into the wall, because it was stupid
the birdie was indeed an idiot – it's such a pity, now it's dead
...& that wall's so red with blood
a screech owl who came once from the psychiatrist for shock, flew into the ventilator
& was from then on never seen again – the forester asks: what's happened
...& stops frustratedly on the edge of the woods
the forester has declared it to us
that the birdies are stupid
a rooster, he didn't fly, no, he recently walked under a mercedes
the car killed him – the driver only gently laughed
... & thought of a fricassee
whether a chicken, whether a swan – whether a thrush, whether a rooster
every bird in the world does as it likes
every tit, every pigeon – every duck, every sparrow
in the trees, on the benches – in the middle of the square