They jeered at me
That I ran away from the ugly owl
And its sinister songs in the night
Calm as it was.
I know what monitions
The owl's hooting has for the dawn
I ran away
A long way
Panting and sweating
Losing water instead
Of my precious blood.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh! yes. You are really scared. It reminds me of my childhood experience with the bird. Good job