My Mouse, runneth over,
All day and night,
All over the Internet,
Searching for Light,
I shun the, Sunlight,
And work on a screen,
Thinking true Answers,
One day will be seen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Kafka's hero woke up one day and discovered that he had turned into a vermin. (Metamorphosis) He turned out to have become an insect- but he could have been a mouse as well. I think any mouse awaking in the hand of Sandra Feldman would consider himself a lucky little mouse indeed!