As the sun sets to bring the night
The wise old owl hoots in delight
Spreading his wings in a tired stretch
He searches for a breakfast that'll be quick to fetch
Spotting a mouse that would be such a meal
Swiftly he flies to the life to steal
Thus the wise owl feeds at night
And lets out another hoot of delight
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely! So vivid. Enjoyed the read.