The Birds Poem by Kinsley Lee

1.
The wind's rapids
Where was laid out in the air.
It's the crisp sound like to whisper
And in the shade of the trees, the birds are singing the songs.
But they do not perceive the songs.

Never they perceive that it's the love, two birds
Share the body temperature
By burying their bills
At the wing joints each other.

2.
Never the birds make the meaning
By chirpping and making
The coquettish behavior by playing,
Never make the love with disguising.

3.
-- The gunner aims at the Pureness
With a lump of lead
Whenever he gets with his fireness
At best only one bird that is wounded and wetted in blood.
(Translated by Kinsley Lee)