It was one of those moments
when nothing moved.
Silence held its breath,
and any sign of a breeze
had been sent to bed with no supper.
In the static-still, pond waters,
flesh, fish and bone,
hid under rock and stone.
Birds found the biggest trees,
dug in their claw-like heels,
forgot all about... their wormy meals.
Deep in underground holes,
rabbits, foxes, stoats and moles
closed their eyes
as if in hibernation mode...
waiting for the mother lode.
do you know the band 'Casting Crowns'? ... anyway, that doesn't matter... the poem is really good.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Flowing, You have a real talent of words... so discriptive and easily pictured when reading......10