The neighbor's lawn's whirligig's
caught the lamplight's reflection
and I thought I saw for a half minute past hallucination
the gleam of two eyes
caught in the strangeness
of a street's light
and anxiety
over a lost cat
that made me hyper vigilant.
The lamplight's reflection is caught in amazing place with thought of expression. Brilliant view is shared with this poem...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
May i suggest that you edit this a bit to make whirligigs plural and not possessive? You are a good poet, a fine thinker, and a needed contributor to PoemHunter, so be sure your work is presented in its best light...with no silly errors!