Through a window, December night after rain
Negative space of roof and branches
are defined by the rising moon, crow-sized
negative image of the crow’s solid eye. Just the other
day, a young pileated woodpecker stood
right where the moon is tonight, as bright,
exactly as big, cartoonish, sounding like a monkey
afraid of the moon in the leafless branches
Translations from the English 
This poem is definitely something to crow over… seriously! that line is perfect
Thank you. I am refraining from any additional bird puns. So that this comment won’t, you know, go south.
yes, that would be a tern for the worse…
I can’t believe you had the gull to do that!
I know, I should stop, it’s a no-wren situation
Wow. You are robin me of any enthusiasm to go on.
That’s egrettable.
Owl just show myself out…
How hawkward this has become!
Toucan say that again!
Oh man. I am so gonna get you guys.
Please sparrow us from your wrath!
Ok, from heron out, no more puns