around the street-lamps
moths aspiring to the light
and crumbled dreams

proud of his black spots
ladybird carries on wings
marriage hopes of ladies

behind his sharp spikes
the hedgehog-always ready
for self-defense

harvest’s day today
a lot of nuts, Nevermore
and his relatives

nobody believes
turtle at the finish line
before the rabbit?

little snail faithful
to the ancestors wisdom
rush spoils your business

cricket in anger-
everybody loves music
nobody pays for it

ant to the cricket:
poor thing, have you ever seen
a rich troubadour?

only the lizard
having breakfast in the sun
the desert still sleeps

a kitten amazed
he has got a twin brother
beyond the window

my dog lost his bone
there’s a good place to relax
this fresh dug dimple

forget-me-not, shouts
the flower to a dragon fly
after the bargain