I just saw a bird fly
In the darkness of the sky.
Maybe taking a boredom break,
Sitting since evening upon a tree high.
I was thinking,
Don't they sleep?
Seven or eight hours
At a stretch.
It was most def not an owl.
Was it able to see at night?
Or maybe the street light
Guiding it's sight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem