Puss loves man's winter fire
Now that the sun so soon
Leaves the hours cold it warmed
In burning June.
She purrs full length before
The heaped-up hissing blaze,
Drowsy in slumber down
Her head she lays.
While he with whom she dwells
Sits snug in his inglenook,
Stretches his legs to the flame
And reads his book.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
While he with whom she dwells Sits snug in his inglenook, Stretches his legs to the flame And reads his book. very interesting. tony