Fly away
the little bird
the expanse of the
winter sky before you.
it is time for nestling
time for hatching
and rearing.
the vultures here
on wait
with their butchery claws
the hunters on wait
with treacherous glues
mammals in line
to prey on you
Fly away to the
expanse of the blue..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the hunters on wait, good one
thank you poet