the cat laying there
on the floor,
black on a white rug,
meows,
and I wonder what she said;
and why the contrast,
her black against white
her language against mine
her ability to lay there
so comfortable, so at ease,
there on that white rug;
and I, so anxious
for the stains
my shoes may cause,
walking cautiously near them both.
Well described scene., Transcends the written page, becomes alive. Very well done, poet!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This reminds me of some forms of oriental poems of antiquity. Which makes it ageless. Wonderful insights beautifully executed.
Thank you Patti.