The Nithingale

It was a cold day
and the Nithingale
needs a warm net



She flow all over Vienna
but she couldn´t find
what she was looking for


Suddenly she saw
a beautiful willow
which was bend over
the river.


She sat down
over the tree
and a long thorn
passed throught
her hart


She begin urgently
to put the eggs into
the nest, and because
she couldn´t fly
God help her
and give her
a lot of strawberrys
for the pigeons.
And a minute later
she died.




Adrián Prunotto