it's only a hungry seventeen foot pony
shoved his inquisitive head through the second story landing's open window....
there....
see that hay/those apples?
feed him...
sleep now...
raven'll bring you a new toothbrush tomorrow morning....
stuff's bound to happen,
livin' acrost the valley from Cat Mountain...
Wow! What a great picture this poem plays out in the mind! Well done!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Rich in rabid realism my friend!