A black Crow,
A Scare Crow,
Sitting on a stick,
In the middle of the
Paddy field,
He neither moved,
Nor did fly,
But only looked
Far beyond.
Some sparrows came
Down to the field
And sat in a line
Near the scare crow.
They chirped loudly,
Then flew around
The scare crow
To provoke him.
But the scare crow looked
Far beyond without
Any movement.
The sparrows laughed
Then flew into the crops
And took away all the
Paddy from the field.
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I would like to translate this poem
Very focused. Fine use of language. Scare crows are never birds and rarely scary.