He bounced to and fro,
stooping low keeping his
stature stiff. He glarred upon
the victuim, flashing his teeth
like a freshly sharpened blade,
smoothly scowered to the corner
and peered out from the tree.
His eyes got fixated like glue to
paper as he leapt out and like
lover to lover his body got attached
as the victuim layed still, knowing
its just been stocked and now was the main course.
(2001)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wonderful poem here Alissa keep up the good work