Rocking back and forth
that cat did,
Nodding off to the mellow
croon of another cat,
On the other side of the fence.
He sat.
That powdery pastry rose. The moon.
That cat paced back and forth,
Listening calm, quiet.
As that moon tilted it's hat.
peaking through the narrow crack in the fence.
That cat seeped deeper.
That meow grew deep and tender
It did.
Following me-ow. meow. me-ow.
Over in the back alley, that ragety fence.
That cat couldn't see.
Never left his side of the fence.
That cat climbing on top of garbage cans.
Scat cat scat.
That distinguished racket made beautiful.
Fancying that tender croon
Meow, me-oow, meow meow.
Seduced under that pale moon light.
What was it that made that cat croon so beautifully
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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