But less often, I see a sparrow ..
But less often, I see a sparrow ..
I see sparrows less and less ...
Where has the usual twitter gone?
Really, rural fields
have become closer to your native branches.
Who was entrusted to meet the
Dawn on roofs and balconies?
Whom to fly and twitter
At the sight of the sun from the sky!
Who will jump at the door?
Tell me, old friends!
Sometimes, I see pigeons,
But less often, I see a sparrow ...
On the ground with dry grass
Invisible nightjar,
And on the pine bark
He merges with nature.
And sometimes it is not at all clear
Swallow, owl, hawk
Flying here in silence.
-It's not even for me.
Pliny the Elder
gave the nickname to that bird as a nightjar,
I like the dozing bird,
That birdie sleeps on a bright day,
But from the sunset
The dozing ones have one fun: With a mouth
as big as frogs,
Catch beetles and flies.
The disguise of this bird Better
than khaki,
Praying mantis with a chameleon Becomes
her with a bow.
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