I think I saw a cormorant,
yet did he greet me?
no, he can't
But I pretended that
he was happy to see me
as I to see him.
I think his name is Cormorant
or maybe it's Anhinga;
just figure either one of those
it doesn't make much diff'rence.
He was perched on a pipe
in the midst of the lake,
glancing here and there
When, later, I passed that way again
he was by the shoreline;
having met a heron friend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
interesting idea for a poem here.keep up the great poetry.