i was watching her
at streak of moon
wrapping her claws
around tiny branch
tuck her head quietly
as shadow pass by
blink of an eye; gone
did she fly unnoticed?
fallen leaves knows where
that feather came from
or unaware like mine
so many more to come
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
OH! Nice atmosphere an owlet? tell me more.................