Behind my house,
under that big tree.
A black cat challenges a cobra to a duel,
in the dead of the night.
The cat smote the cobra,
the cobra countered the challenge.
This is a deadly fight,
at the ungodly hour of the night.
That black cat is maimed,
the cobra's poison taking its toll.
As the cobra vanishes into the darkness.
But whose cat is this?
Whose cobra is this?
Perhaps
they belong to the night runner,
who knocked my door yesternight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem