Man Called A Wolf ~ Čovjek Zvani Vuk Poem by Jankovic Zoran

Man called a wolf

It was morning. She-wolf is still sleeping.
He brought her breakfast and coffee.
She breathed deeply as if she were dreaming.
She did not feel the smell of coffee.
He knew his smell was still further.
There was no shine in wolf's eyes.
He sighed deeply and run for the pack.

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Čovjek zvani Vuk

Svanulo je a vučica je još spavala.
Donio je joj doručak i kafu.
Disala je duboko kao da sanja.
Nije osjetila miris kafe.
Znao sam je njegov miris još dalje.
Nije bilo sjaja u vučijim očima.
Uzdahnuo je duboko i otrčao je za čoporom.