Mr Big Foot
escaped his tender
with beloved cleverness
running free
til the leash snagged on the
corner of the front door step.
Stuck, in his mind
he’s not got the savvy
to go back over his tracks
to unhinge his errors;
Bemused,
I push on.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem, like it.