Before a clear sky
A gentle wind is petting
with a window chime;
A cat on the sill
Is stretched long like lying hill.
A picturesque calm…
how i'd love to be that cat! I always wondered what they think about...maybe nothing? (do read my poem 'Cat Envy')
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is very good! ...thanks