by Anyte of Tegea (flourished early 3rd century BCE)

A bird
Language: English  after the Greek (Ελληνικά) 
You will never rise up again 
with a flutter of thick wings 
and rouse me from my bed in the morning. 
For a thief came silently 
upon you in your sleep and killed you, 
pressing his finger into your throat.

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This text was added to the website: 2008-04-09
Line count: 6
Word count: 40