060410b Walking On Grass Poem by Manonton Dalan

i went to see my feathered friends
goose-lings grew bigger healthier
they're picking berries from ground
weren't bothered just looking around
when i get close with almost touch
they form security rings on young ones

grass are taller they can hide quick
when gliding hawk comes roaming
so far no predators on the clouds
just roar of a tractor cutting weeds
sun is unforgivably cooking earth
that leaves bend; heat wave on dirt