My Tercel Poem by Nastasimir Franovic

My tercel

Click my peregrine, fly off high
Fly off the dunghill you blind chicken
Do not eat meat from the master's hand, damn you peregrine
For the sake of the mountains
For the sake of the mountain lakes
For the sake of the karst rocks
For the sake of the sky
Click falcon, fly. Fly high my tercel
Don't land on the master's hand
Don't listen to the chime of the bells
Stay away from the hat and the leash
Fly, spread your wings over the hills
Observe the stinky coral from above
Sing freely. I want to hear your song
Click my falcon