Lake Side Crane. - Poem by Albert Wong
As a crane, I am smarter than the other birds;
I know how to get food along side of a lake;
To catch fish from water in shallow;
It is easier than in deep.
I wait chance by slow wade and pretend sleep;
There're some stupid fishes come near me;
I move along wade by wade slow like slept;
Even keep one foot stand in time longer.
Slow move and silent wade in muddy water;
I can do more perfect than the others;
I understand chances are waiting for me;
I must keep on my careful searching.
Chances will be caught by those smarter,
I am always doing like this smarter.
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