But that's for the dog-
Like an egg yolk in the sky
The sun oozes its yellow heat
A view from the inside
Trespassers seeking shade
Come to join the banquet
The hounds don't mind-
I do
Shoo! Shoo!
(But it can't hear me
From behind the glass)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem