A little bird came flying quickly, landing on the stairs,
he chose to hop up them one at a time instead of doing
the obvious easy way of flying.
Wondering if he just needed a challenge to spur him on to
other necessary things, life can become boring, living it
the same way every day without any changes.
Perhaps a bird can feel bored too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem