Snipping those cackles that crack,
To chatter in 'meows' like a pack of cats...
Sounding too much like a stepping on dried leaves,
On an Autumn stroll through a quiet park.
And there they are...
As if granted a clearing by Mother Nature!
Pecking in a group like a bunch of hens.
Only to silence themselves,
When the appearance of a stranger interrupts...
To repeat to get their attention:
'Good morning, ladies! '
~You do not have to shout, young man.
A simple hello will do.~
God...
As you can see,
Our favorite place to meet...
Has attracted other creatures of your creation.
I'll do my very best...
With patience,
To find another spot!
~And,
No need to stare at us.
We are having A and B conversations.
Continue to C your way through the park.~
God loves us all!
Don't You, Father?
~He talks to trees.
Leave him alone, Esther.
These nuts are all over the place.~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem