The mare kicks
in her darkening stall, knocks
over a bucket.
The goose…
The cow keeps a peaceful brain
behind her broad face.
Last light moves
through cracks in the wall,
over bales of hay.
And the bat lets
go of the rafters, falls
into black air.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Michael, such a good poem👍👍👍