Creaturas del viento

Sun, 06/22/2014 - 15:07 -- snickie

Pájaro pájaro
Flies from tree to tree
And sits upon their branches
Where squirrels are meant to be

Águila águila
Perched a pole nearby
The squirrels all scamper still
And birdies have to fly

Avión avión
Encounters birds in air
Away it steers but yet it fears
A widow it will bear

Pájaro pájaro
Escapes the fans of death
Relief will last a second
As it takes another breath

Águila águila
From the air it's snatched
A silver bullet clips its wings
And quickly it is thatched

Avión avión
Is only good with wings
That carry people without want
To look at birds and things

Pájaro pájaro
In water bowls they bathe
Its only refuge, but it know not
Of homes that humans scathe

Águila águila
Is "free" to fly away
But always bears the tag, reminds
That others rule its day

Avión avión
Nay a moment rests
To transport beings diligent
For the world they do their best

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