Through the eyes of a vole (water rat)
Walking, seeing through eyes of the vole
Peep out from our world as if from their hole
Ripple, plop, ruffle there’re very cautious
Life here’s abundant, unpretentious
Mysteriously, secretly in the shade
Down in the waters. Banks unmade
Never b’fore such sights have you marveled
A perspective of nature quite unrivalled
Cutting through landscapes the river winds
Overhanging ferns, burdock, reeds. Erie at times
Rugged banks crumbling into the flow
Down here raw untouched nature performing a show
Ankle deep, by the knee, up to the waist
My two boys on tow, we have no haste
Such fun, me, a silver back, no shame. I could be ten
“Look a kingfisher, shhh a coot. There’s a wren
For a while we’ve escaped the rat race
Down here no race just the rat space
By Frank Mestre 2010
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good poem. Very poetic to imagine ourselves in the skin of another being.