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)