The miniature tuft
of white an brown fur
excitedly storming down a hill
in pursuit of a doggy-toy;
the wagging tail and gleaming eyes
eagerly and cheerfully greeting me
in the dawn's cool beams of sunlight.
The mighty oak tree and courageous lion
condensed into fifteen pounds of joy.
The personification of curiosity and trouble
stealthily sneaking into forbidden rooms;
the crafty head begging for attention and a bit of food.
A little corpse lies buried
under the dimming twilight
in the wooded hills
of Tennessee.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem