Starling
On grass, by trees
-busy was starling
-both hopping
-and searching
-then digging.
The scene was a movie
-far better than TV.
A long worm, suddenly
-was curling, uncurling
-half in air and partly
-in the hole of mining
-for copper starling…
The feathered took its time
-I stood, observed, watched
-while deeply caught in thought
-of hunter and the hunt:
- "Where can bird accommodate
-this worm that is twice
-longer than its own size? "
Miracle is nature
-does it have creator?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem