has a few of its leaves
go yellow well before fall -
while its fruit ripens, in fact.
Birds passing by think the fruit is a leaf
and leave it to ripen unpecked.
The tactic is The Fruit-Leaf Pact.
Two days later there's a nibbled peach on the ground:
well may The Pact work for birds in the light,
but a rat does its work by night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I just want to eat one now Bravo!