Grey owl hides, apposing a piece of dried bark of a dead tree
Standing abolutely still, without flickering a piece of feather
Keep whole body motionless, except her pair of cool, big vigilant eyes
Staring and scanning for any careless creature, who dares to come nearby
Then she suddenly fly towards the prey, like a knee jerk reflect
Poor little rat became as her dinner, while still bewildered how this dead tree turned alive!
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I would like to translate this poem
dead tree turned alive, thanks. good one.