Sol 6

  1. I passed a morning songbird, as though she

    at sunrise took a second draught of pepper-spiced wine.

  2. Spotted and dusky, she has a color you would think

    was clothed in a piece cut from the cloud’s skin.

  3. She appeared, displaying to the eye a musk-tinted collar

    and a kohl-dark eye, gazing like a gazelle.

  4. She has a tail full along its sides, like what

    you peel from a palm blossom, or a blade drawn bare.

  5. When she soars through the sky, you would think her wing

    echoes a whistle or sets a little bell ringing.

Sol 6