playful squirrels on my way
raise their tails run up tree
made a squeaking sound, bites
each other and flee to hide
more came to show their tails
while digging beneath bales
I wonder what drove them home
it could be going away rain;
warmer weather in winter morn
besides that happy day for all
there's group chasing errant ball
not hitting it good, I can recall
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hello Manonton You have good energy. Couple of typos flea/flee tales/tails errand/errant I shall check out some more of your work. I deal in limericks almost exclusively. Please give me a look.