Sitting in rooftop wanting bread crumbs
Sipping my tea having my bread
I threw the crumbs on the ground
Down he came
Ate it
Flew again
Sitting in the rooftop watching over
Calling his brethren more to feed
Got some more for them
Threw it
Waited for
All of them
Mom scolding over ruckus I made
All of them calling together
Took their share and flew
Left one
Still sitting
Watching
Happy he was or not couldn't understood
All he did was calling out and sitting
Looking at me “you are the same”
Happy
Happy
Happy as a crow.
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I would like to translate this poem
The brotherhood of crows is famous, a lovely write.