Little mouse oh, carefree mouse
You never get upset though
Zero is the flag of you stomach
Oh, the world is turbulent but you little one
Sleeping but not dying
No friends alive in the world with pest
You just look up at the sky and oh, you wonder
Can the stars fall in my mouth?
When the blood shed on your fur
You just scared to death
And you
Wander wander wander
Like a cloud that drifts!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You title is admirable and the little mouse can be used but the cat will not listen like a cloud that drifts...I take the gist of your poem the mouse is the many who have no say in our world of turbulance......regards