El conejo verde

El conejo verde se escondió en una flor;
como la flor estaba del color del verano,
al sacar su cabeza, se encontró camuflado,
y el viento lo miraba como si fuera un ramo.

El conejo, sonriente, a todos saludaba,
le parecía gracioso estar en las alturas;
conocer a la abeja y a la hormiga, de cerca,
y sentir que la brisa rascaba su figura.

Se sentía como un rey al que todos amaban,
estaba tan contento que se olvidó que era
un conejo que un zorro perseguía como nunca
para quitarle el traje y hacerlo calavera.

Y cuando vio venir al peor de sus verdugos,
desde el tallo colgado empezó a tambalear;
el zorro que era astuto, el olor presentía,
pero por más que oliera no lo podía encontrar.

El conejo sonriente, le dio ataque de pánico;
de sus dos fuentes claras se le empezó brotar
todo un mar que caía en la frente del zorro,
quien pensó que la flor lo empezaba a orinar.

No esperó el pobre zorro, y llorando se fue.
(El conejo y la flor aquí ya no peligran.)
Intentó el conejito bajar y huir de prisa,
pero ya era una flor... y las flores no emigran.

The green rabbit

The green rabbit hid in a flower;
as the flower was the color of summer,
when it stuck its head out, it found itself camouflaged,
and the wind looked at it as if it were a bouquet.

The rabbit, smiling, greeted everyone,
He thought it was funny to be in the heights;
to meet the bee and the ant, up close,
and to feel the breeze scratching his figure.

He felt like a king who was loved by everyone,
he was so happy that he forgot that he was
a rabbit that a fox was chasing as never before
to take off his suit and make him a skull.

And when he saw the worst of his executioners coming,
from the dangling stalk he began to stagger;
the fox, who was cunning, sensed the scent,
but no matter how much he smelled he could not find it.

The smiling rabbit had a panic attack;
from its two clear fountains it began to gush forth
a whole sea that fell on the fox's forehead,
who thought that the flower was beginning to urinate on him.

The poor fox did not wait, and went away crying.
(The rabbit and the flower are no longer in danger here).
The little rabbit tried to get down and run away in a hurry,
but it was already a flower... and flowers don't migrate.

Texto y fotografía de @jesuspsoto