Watching nature crow,
seeing a black crow hop into a tree
and climb a little ways up,
hiding behind leaves and cawing at me.
Looking around, the crow watches people
walking by - the same as I do.
Only he's a little more noisy about it.
Flying out of the tree, he lands on a
bird feeder and begins to eat seeds for
breakfast that someone has provided for him.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem