The rabbit died during
the night
she had not been well
the day before
ignoring food that
she would have eaten normally
and I- fearing the worst
kept my cowardly distance
until that moment
came when she would die
trying to pretend I didn't
care when the truth was
I did care
and so, weeping like a child
I lament the loss
of that dear soft soul
and all the chances lost
to show her love
because of my own
self-defensive stupidity
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