Here is the grackle, people.
Here is the fox, folks.
The grackle sits in the bracken. The fox
hopes.
Here are the fronds, friends,
that cover the fox.
The fronds get in a frenzy. The grackle
looks.
Here are the ticks, tykes,
that live in the leaves, loves.
The fox is confounded,
and God is above.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem