Let’s see keenly which way it goes
Neither left nor right nor a line straight,
The name of the path zigzag it takes;
Which color it wears and on which place
It sits and rests next thing I need to see
Before I do that, a point comes to my mind
Could it cross in this way a river or a sea?
How far it may go and how long I can pull
This is a fair challenge at this dusk I think
Now I hear it to flap its two colourful wings
Wearing many colours but profound is pink.
From where it gets all the colours it adorns
I wish I could know and solve the mystery
But before I ask, it lost under the shadow
As if, it does not want to tell me that for free.
Exactly in that way, I also lose my ink and
Gets lost somewhere that I cannot find
Though I wonder if it has also a pair of wings
And some grey leaves to play in my mind.