Taking pictures, the humans do,
A lot of this red panda, me,
Here at home in Lincoln Park Zoo,
Tiz just the way that humans be.
Though high up in a tree I sit,
The picture takers down below,
The camera zooms quite a bit,
And very close I seem to show.
But I don't mind this human thing
Of getting close up in my face.
I guess some pleasure it must bring,
And 'twixt and 'tween there's lots of space.
The closest closeup even shows
Every whisker on my nose.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A fable in rhyme. Nice.