Midday Poem by Charles WOO
Midday
Cicada chirps in the tree under the hot summer sun.
‘Pipa' fruits hang so high that plucking work cannot be done.
At noon, tourists are eager to eat some without success.
Singing freely, oriole pecks the food it does possess.
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