The first thawed patches have drawn a flock of homely birds.
The male brown field-fares are dancing Cracovienne.
The moves are awkward. They jump onto white hard snow,
slipping in holes, which have been made by ghostly rays.
But the hard efforts are completely useless now:
the female birds are searching meal in fallen leaves.
Ones make quiet sounds with the decomposed dark mass,
which clang like an approaching something bad indeed...
by Thea Ariss
24.03.2026
The field-fares Cracovienne. The sketch
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