V jesenski tihi čas
prileti brinovka
na Kras.
Na polju
že nikogar več ni,
le ona
preko gmajne
leti.
In samo lovec
ji sledi...
Strel v tišino;
droben curek krvi;
brinovka
obleži, obleži.
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