He strides low to the ground,
Legs crouching ready to pounce
Waiting patiently without a sound,
Muscles steady, ready to trounce.
Eyes intently riveting on a bird.
He creeps under a bush for cover,
the bird’s faint pecking is heard.
On a telephone wire, a squirrel hovers.
With a rapid rush, a fury flash dashes.
Shrill overhead chatter suddenly erupts
Beating wings lift, avoiding scratches…
Despising eyes look up at the interrupter.
My dog catches birds right out of the air.....they sneak attack around the pool and catch the birds unaware....almost sounds like a tiger hunter here: O)
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I would like to translate this poem
Teresa i like this poem, well done