Catch the kingfisher,
And see its colours.
Hear its dry, loud,
Squealing sounds.
Observe, it is there
To migrate to the area
Where the water is not frozen.
It can hunt anywhere
In any place, in any water,
Salt or clean, no matter.
Find the kingfisher
In India and also in London,
But its lifespan is short,
It is known to all.
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I would like to translate this poem
nice poem! Let's hope we catch up with the Kingfisher very soon...