i remember rain naughtily
sliding through grass roof
i raised my hand to be wet
too short to get that far
so it came flushing on floor
frighten a tiny kitten, poor
now i have plywood ceiling
i found out today dripping
should i put paste on holes
or let it drip forming pools
must be old worn out house
warm; cozy for little mouse
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
let holes remain as it rains drops will clean the roof when rats pee thru