We agonised. We argued over what to say.
Should, could we, burden them with truth?
Or lie, and say it ran away.
That way lies peace, for us.
Honesty makes liars of us.
'She was ours forever, ' they'd say,
'You told us she had nine lives.'
Own up. Point out too soon what's what
and a thief joins the list.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem