Sviatoslav Zhabotynskyi

nocturnal birdsĀ  leave their stooped bodies...

nocturnal birds 
leave their stooped bodies

and come to the roofless house
where the stars peer through the holes

to the roofless house 
a woman comes - 
she made of bread 
thrown on the floor by children 

birds comb with crooked paws 
her hair

she tells them: 
“I must look like a princess”

a woman comes to the sleeping children
“Are you a princess?” 
the children ask

she leads them to the cliffs
where a wheat grows 
hot from the moonlight