What Am I?
With fluterry wings,
And furry brow?I beat my head upon the moon.
The sky has shrunk,
And I have drunk,
The last of,
The silver,
Light.What Am I?
With jittery sight,
And fuzzy eye?I spiral into a dive.
And as I fall,
I see,
A pattern form,
With blacks and white,
Whirling round.I land with a soft,
Crump,
And as I twitch,
My final throws,
I read the small Print.
An entry on a website for the National Gallery. Possibly in 2001 not sure.
Poem was inspired by the picture.
Tim.