A cold harsh winter
Leaves the poor thing suffering from hunger
The ground is hard and icy
So he runs elsewhere to find shelter
He finds it within the stable among the hay
Only to be eaten by a cat
I too have felt like I have escaped tragedy, only to wind up inside the innards of a feline.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good short form poem with a message as clear as a bell. This is the way poems should be. I loved it. The writing was crisp as well. GW62