A rat scurries through the corn,
fleeing from a snake.
His mind is racing eternally,
He runs for his own sake.
The serpent slithers behind him,
Getting closer all the time.
And swallows the rat whole,
He finds himself satisfied.
He knows that he must hunt again,
for his young ones know not how.
He will find and kill another rat,
So that his children have chow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem