This morning I walked

and saw seven birds,

siete pajaros,

lined up on a bare branch

of a tree

waiting for something.

They stared at me silently

with piercing black eyes;

without a sound

without a word.

So I turned away.

As I looked back,

there are still seven birds,

siete pajaros,

lined up on a bare branch

of a tree

waiting for something.