It is 5 in the morning
A bird begins to sing
A dawn solo to announce
A new day has begun
It is 6 in the morning
A scarecrow gun starts
Its repeated thud to scare off
The very birds that announced daybreak
It is 7 in the morning
A car roars past
To join the many other motorists
Whose engines drown the scarecrow and the birds
It is 8 in the morning
I crawl downstairs
To eat my breakfast
And ponder the damage created by human inventiveness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem is brilliant james.