Thirteen

I was at Sentosa, and saw three birds.
They descended from the North, and alarmed everybody.

Another few days, two more joined.
So five of them, they built a nest.

One week had gone, a pair entered.
They made this place, their new sweet home.

So now the Seven, they formed a band.
They sang all night, we cry all day.

Another night passed three more descended.
If you really count, they made the perfect Ten.
It’s not the radio station, but rather a clan.

And just hours ago, we heard the news.
Three more appeared, the sum is Thirteen.

I hope this will be the Final sum, for as we pray…
More numbers only make us worry everyday.

Cao Qibai