Birder

Bird trap and bird feeder.
And the song and the bird are between these boundaries,
On the crown of the central tree.
If it sticks to the trap - it will fold in the wings,
Will stick to the trough - and the song is in dust.
I know how this fear is familiar to the singers -
Leave the central tree.
I'm used to this tree and bird.
The bird has a sharp and flexible tongue,
But on the right is the feeder, and on the left ...
And on the right, an oiled cry is heard
And on the left, a frantic wheezing is heard,
And the song is from the central tree.

Sergey Knyazev