a lovely fish size of my palm
swimming around algaed-rock
arranging pebbles; very neat
chases anybody that comes close
can't see me i am up the bridge
i am enjoying morning fresh air
heron came with monstrous beak
searching water for early meal
she's coming my way silently
i pick a stone size of a grape
throw it into water. splash
fish is gone so as hungry one
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well, you deprived the heron of its meal, but you saved the fish's life. Fish will thank you, but the heron will not. Very nice reading your poem.