a watchful rabbit
running all through the forest
the fox is stalking
So is the life in jungle, we all are running to escape death and nature is kind enough to provide shelter. Interesting Haiku.
You have amazingly noticed the fox. In the row of death life swings with brilliance and observation. An amazing sharing is done really.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A game of life and death! Wonderful poem!