There was a gathering…
It was a meeting for the big dogs.
I mean big dogs.
The cats, the rats, the bats…
And the quarks were not invited
It was only for the big dogs…you see.
One bat that thought it had guts went there…
The others didn’t dare
The poor little bat was thrown in the air…
As it was coming down the rare,
It felt a hit on its but…
And finally found itself in the big dogs gut…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem