The golden cocker spaniel
tried to catch some sacred ibises
where they were pecking
the ground
for snails and earthworms
and they were flapping
their huge wings
and screaming in rage
while they got airborne
and the small dog
came back to me
wagging the stump
of its snipped off tail
as if reporting back
that it had done its duty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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