under the pine tree
one rainy afternoon four robins
fly low, and hover on the pebbles
where just recently i spread some grains
of rice
and to build their confidences
i move away to create a certain distance
the past feeder had been pretentious and too unkind
to take some of their companions away
the hunger that brings them back here
need not be another tragedy
it is this distance that must bond again
man and birds.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem