You proudly gaze over your shadowy kingdom
From your new perch on the brickwork
Although now only with photographic eyes
The light has still not dulled therein
Your home here filled with toys and books and ladders
A shelter from the storms
And the safe places in the corners
Where you would sleep
Amongst the murk your old hutch lying empty
Little used as you regarded it as a prison
When there was the endless freedom of the garden
To be roamed on a sunny day
We wanted another Summer
But it was not to be
Although now your picture hangs on the wall
Perhaps it will still be yours to see
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem