The stars shine brightly in the night,
crickets chirp loudly at the sight.
A bush moves slightly, and a cat appears,
for death stalks quietly, with all its fears.
A mouse nibbles hungrily on the corn,
for soon its young will be born.
With one giant leap,
the mouse is dead without a squeak.
The stars still shine up above,
as the cat washes her kittens with motherly love
Tango.
What a beautiful write this -true to life and so sad...imagery making my mind bounce off the walls...Love cate...love mice and you wrapped it up with such softness...Cindy
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I would like to translate this poem
Earth! Always called mother earth; with motherly love. The same to human beings and animals. Nice work.