Seeking for lunch
A pair of bird was on a guava tree.
It is in my courtyard.
It was an early morning.
They were quiet mum and calm.
I thought that they were asking me for a little breakfast.
So I threw some pieces of bread near the tree.
But they did not care for the bread.
Suddenly one of them dive on the earth and catch a grass Hooper and then fly away to unknown place.
I am of the view that they were not looking for the breakfast
They were seeking for the lunch.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nothing like grasshopper meat to a bird, next to a seed.