I'm a stealer, stealing words
Like cheating at cards,
Over the back fence.
Clap your hands to a fake win;
Turn behind you, look quick-
Quick as a silver fox.
Lightning striking again,
Like a dead rattlesnake's head
When it’s least expected.
Don't leave your virgin words
Alone with the wolverines;
There are eyes in the woods.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
enjoyed this one Patti, especially the advice about the woods