Does the sparrow see
the ghost of the cat
that’s looking out
the little round window?

Follow me
a silver-lined cloud had said
to the heavy-hearted boy,
I’ll show you a double Rainbow.

But unwinged birds
like Sorrow and Woe
cannot fly away
and “nevermore” is

the saddest word I know.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

In a golden garden
playful children
snap their fingers at Winter.

Do they glimpse the Squirrel?
Can they hear the Raven?
Should they try to stop Time?

A black caterpillar
goes round in circles
and Summer ghosts wonder

if that strange latecomer
will have time enough
to turn into the Year’s

last butterfly.

© Frédéric Georges Martin