having traveled...been skirtacious....
sidling... albeit voracious....
crowing, trundling...
.....mainly veracious...
being bold..and perspicacious....
well...if I only had a brain....
surely....
I'd come out of the rain....
succulent moments yet to be....
unless lightning strikes the tree....
ah...I live beside the water...times I wish I was an otter....
only play...and hunt for food....
despite all this...hey, life is good.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it must be raining cats an dog over there too..........!