Audubon/Autobahn

Confusing the birdwatching patriarch name
with Germany’s roadway for speed,
and hearing “gold standard” but in the wrong frame
(“iconic” I thought would succeed),
I started to smile and nodded my head.
I love them but speak differently.
Away from my garden, my bath and my bed,
translating’s amusement for me.

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