I've always been envious of the cat.
A fearless creature with no cares
Other than to taunt you with It's stares.
Flexible, curious and fast-
I've never quite much liked the cat.
My jealous nature of his figure
Has made all my cares go away
'Cause I was meant to live that way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you have great potential. You do.