Ink

A poem by Mediana Stan, illustrated by Faluvégi Zsolt, translated by Rafael Manory

In these capsules they keep ink,
Of the famous brand 'Track Inc.',
In acorn caps, what affair,
Watercolours they prepare.

A stag beetle, with jaws rounded,
On the oak branch has just landed
On a bud that's hanging s’ack, 
With a schoolbag on her back.