Two birds in love - courting each other in the front yard.
Flying from porch to the side of a shed - hanging on for
dear life as the wind bobs it's tiny head and ruffles it's
feathers.
Taking off again, chasing each other, landing on bricks of
an outer wall of a house, looking silly - barely hanging on.
Then the mate comes behind him and does the same thing.
Tiring of it in a very short while, one after the other lands
on a window sill.
Taking turns fixing their feathers, they then take off once
again and land on the ground - deep in the bushes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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