hoot, oot, hoot oot oot..
Ah, this is the sound of that bird again.
Heard on occasion.
Can't see any bird.
Species unknown.
Only the hoot..oot
The bad omen bird.
The bad omen bird.
That's what they say.
Maybe someone is passing..passing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem