i saw her sharp eyes
under file of branches
with ears folded neat
her stare follows me
be search light in sky
feel her fear to flee
soft greyish white wool
on her back well cared
where did she comefrom
why does she won't run
like others in shrubs
i left dandelions close
might be hungry later
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I would like to translate this poem
u said sit? ? md what did u mean poet