crossing the road
on its own
blue plastic ball
chicken crosses the road
humans laugh
chicken doesn't get it
lights turn red
two leaves
cross the road
frog
on a log
in the fog
the cat's meow
making its way
through the fog
lost in the fog
the building decides
to stay put
lost in the fog
a ship cries
mournfully
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem