If a suckered tentacle should beckon from an alley you pass by,
Or in a darkened window, there's a single glowing eye;
If you lie awake at one and hear dull hobnails in the street,
Or in your darkened bedroom the pitter-pat of tiny feet;
If the flowers in the garden snap at your ankles as you pass,
Or purple cows are grazing in a field of orange grass;
If all these things are things you know, you've moved onto my street,
And I'll nod both heads in greeting any time we meet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In the flowers in the garden taking snap is definitely very interesting. A brilliant poem is wisely penned.10