Everybody Take Their Share Poem by Manonton Dalan

birds came to pick on rice grain
from bundles of stalks out to dry
they were hundreds of them; small
we have scarecrows; doesn't matter
they circle around and land under
my dog does better job; chase them

i love sound of birds taking off
it's whistling through tree rows
sluggish when they're filled heavy
they collected their share; fair
rats will come at night to nibble
snakes will feast; that's living