He growls.
She runs.
He chases.
She returns to pose.
And with slow pausing advancing steps.
He chases.
She runs,
And returns out of breath.
He growls then purrs.
Her poses get closer.
He growls.
She runs.
He chases.
And neither one of them is seen for days.
He may be a cat.
But she's not just a mouse.
Her tactics are too well practiced.
No normal mouse enjoys being pounced.
Although...
Times and the playing of games have changed,
Dramatically.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem