A small bird flew to other animals
To lament the death of her mother
Not even me with my roof
Over my head, said the snail
Not even me with a vested bulletproof
Said the tortoise
Not even me hiding in my nest
Said the squirrel
Not even my huge trunk roared the elephant
And on that day as appointed
Even the mountains will crumble
When the leveller at last blare his klaxon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Did the small bird fell better after that? hope that yes! love poems about animals!