My Neighbour Poem by Valentin Busuioc

although he lays traps for pheasants, hares and does
my neighbour,
the poet,
is the best fellow in the village

there is no one like him,
neither the priest
nor the teacher
or the veterinarian

unlike all these outstanding people,
he spends all day on the porch dreaming
about laying traps around the village
for pheasants
hares
and does

but so far
in his traps
in his state-of-the-art traps
all the pheasants, the hares and the does
that have fallen were mere death masks