This century of ours has driven us to a state,
where man has got totally mixed up of late.
As I’d just closed my eyes in the summer’s noontide,
an e-signal reached my drowsy mind
like some cooing… Half asleep I jump to my feet
but I can’t find the coo’s hidden retreat.
The telephone’s dumb and the mobile keeps mum,
the problem is not in the PC. How come!
I look out the window with a scared heart,
lest – as it happens – they swipe my car,
And I find out the reason in the lime thickly leafed:
It turned out, a turtledove was cooing indeed.
Translation into English: Valentin KRUSTEV