Julian Tuwim
A Bird

A bird perched upon a twig:
Chirped and flapped its wings together,
Brushed sharp beak against its feathers,
Made the bush dance in a jig. 

Then it shot back in the air!
Left the twig in shaky swoon,
Trembling still, over the moon,

Really pleased by the affair.


(Translated by: Witold Wojtaszko)