After the tempestuous rain
And flutter and fall
Of the leaves
While crossing over the forest track
I saw a white owl,
White owl
In the flash of the car light
Which wanted I to pick up,
But let it go sideways
Instead of letting it to be on the road
That tempestuous, stormy night
Of heavy rains and flutter and fall.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem