they laughed, those fox teeth showed.
a little rabbit
was unfit
she thought,
with dirty fur
those lies, they convinced her
she thinks that they are fools.
why does she listen?
hiding in
self-doubt,
hearing the words
of insecure tricksters.
doesn't she know they lie?
she is so content
to let her glory die.
and she played their games for
such a small prize,
a thin guise.
would they
notice her then
deny herself to win?
it isn't the cold judge,
that will give her love,
who says if she's enough.
she is more glorious than
most, and a
foxes' land
hurts.
but rabbit
burns
pretty, and i can't convince her
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem