Red tells friends,
the wolf is trained,
shares food
fresh and warm
whenever I will.
But there's no
such thing
as meal free
or wolf benevolent,
they admonish.
Oh, he bit once
mean at first
but now he's tame-
Red grins, music
in her feet art in
her fingers, all
that really matters.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
fresh and warm like like
Red and the wolf are metaphors for people. Thanks Gajanan