AFTERNOON TEA

And again a bird

A condor on the Western sky Flying so high A good child Drinking rum at the window The maids read the mistress’s letters While she has no idea about it Riding the local lawyer

How dirty the water is this morning Thought the beavers Who are forbidden To build a dam The forest was dying Nostalgically sighing for its knight ”Remember death”

In the blue ice of the morning Eskimos were enjoying themselves Later eating pudding Gossiping about the trappers Dreaming of hunting seasons And singing to the whales And the boy having drunk the rum Becomes wise and unique Goes out the window Abandons his father

Curtain

Translated by Ulvija Tanović

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