Dammed if I didn’t catch myself
Studying the cat, yet again today...
Dozing on the back of a sofa,
Half conscious,
In some otherworldly place and time.
Then, for no explicable reason,
The dumb brute snapped out of his trance
And locked his eyes in penetrating gaze
At something observed,
Suspended exactly-
Four feet above my head.
God knows what it was that he saw there,
Raised the hair on the back of my neck, though,
Surely raised the hair on the back of my neck...
It reminded me
That one should not ponder
Too long on cats...
It may be that they see,
Too much.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem