Birdsong.
Bird song, to the left,
they whistle, chirp, call and babble.
To the right, they coo, cluck and chatter,
…………………..what a feathered rabble.
All up early in a full-throated chorus,
and proud breasted best.
They are a winged orchestra of sound,
but work together I have found,
…………………to charm the worms,
………………….out of the ground.
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I would like to translate this poem
You're right Tony, they're crafty creatures, especially those in the crow family. Nice little poem.