She starts and stares
into high ceiling shadows,
alarmed by what? A sound?
Slight movement, breeze wafting
past the open door?
I look,
but poor human eyes see nothing
beyond smudged spectacles.
So I stroke her flowing fur
And reassured, she shuts sentient eyes,
trusting feline sense, and purrs.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A moment to feel secure...it so good to read this Steven, it shortly written for big warming feeling..Thanks for sharing...careful with the fur, still looking the ceiling? joking...hahaha :) - Unwritten soul