I see heavy clouds
creep to a big tree
misting green leaves
where small beaks open
to sound of wing flaps
yet too young to see
More coming to raoast
to delight of wingless
snuggling for comfort
feathers wet from river
where their claws comb
fingerlings to take home
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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