The wise old rabbit looks into the wind
and over his ears it blows,
His eyes half shut and his whiskers flat,
as into his mind he goes.
Not a word he says as he listens to all
he only twitches his nose,
And the more he sits in silence
The more his wisdom grows.
(c) Copyright - 2.01am Friday 15th August 2008
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I would like to translate this poem
dear amy..your mastery over rythm is amazing...its so easy to read and appreciate your work..and the sagacity in the message..wonderful!