Hear what the mournful linnets say:
‘We built our nest compact and warm,
But cruel boys came round our way
And took our summerhouse by storm.
‘They crushed the eggs so neatly laid;
So now we sit with drooping wing,
And watch the ruin they have made,
Too late to build, too sad to sing.’
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful and full of meaning. When I think of how often the man destroys life of animals for his amusement, makes me wonder if he is really a cretion of God