Armor covered bug
Crawling at a steady pace
Met a foreign ant.
Face to face they eyed,
Sensors detect a stranger.
Each takes a side step.
Without a back glance
They go on their merry way,
Onward to nowhere.
Joyous atmosphere, perfect neutrality, celebrating the personal.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hehehe, I like the simple hearty-ness to this poem... it is so... what is the word... I'll get back to you with that...: D