An old hawk swoops on the branch of a tree
And waits for a drama to unfurl soon.
First sun makes a wake up call
Small insects flock in a green field,
They dance and sing and have breakfasts.
A tiger-bug is hungry too
He comes, gets food and plays with preys.
A toad was on his morning walk.
He stops to watch and taste the bug.
What a coincidence!
A passing snake is quick to act
The bulky toad now rests in snake
And the snake is moving like a snail.
A flying kite then finds its prey
And swoops at a lightning speed.
Lo, the snake is dangling in its claws.
Some crows chase the intruder
And the hawk now raises both of his eyes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice imagery and great poem...Lo, the snake is dangling on its claws. Crows start chasing the intruder And the hawk now raises both of his eyes.