How many know, that as a child
You and young Judas used to play
and on one particular day
As you both fashioned mud birds in style
Judas seeing what you'd done, went wild
He broke and flung his to the sky
then dirt and mud fell in your eyes
You didn't know what was the matter
couldn't believe he'd made his scatter
In a wave of your hands, mud birds fly.
© Odilia Galván Rodríguez, 2012
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