I like poets, such as Takuboku

I learned many of Takuboku's poems by heart

Woodpeckers peck tree trunks with their long pointed beaks and eat insects found there

A creepy cry that sounds like a human voice, velvet black wings, the image of tearing into dead flesh; crows are known across the world as an ill-omened bird that flies down with ill-luck

The birds pecked grains