Walking, sniffing,
Who can it be?
Drawing nearer,
It’s black,
It’s white!
It’s stopped,
It’s crouching,
It sprang,
It missed!
The summer searcher,
The winter wanderer,
I never,
Ever thought I would see him again!
(this was written as the sequel to Winter Wanderer)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem