The Night Owl.
Written down: the night owl looks on;
Authors of ours up there on their own-
Phrasing for us every joy and sorrow;
Wise owl perched, waits till tomorrow.
Two story men, both who wrote plays
To bring tears and laughter all days;
With a soft flapping of wings at dawn
The spirit of wisdom is dead and gone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sometimes wisdom visits during the night to ink our minds with words and when it does, only the night owl is awake to welcome him. Well done my friend!