Yesterday, the nestlings
were talking with their mom.
Thus, they used to express their love to her.
It sounded like tweetie, tweetie, tweet!
Beside my window on a branch of a tree,
I see them everyday....
Their mom with bits of grain,
came this afternoon to
feed them.
But, none was there.
Their nest was on the ground.
I saw blood on the paws
of my neighbor's cat!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem