A tiny tabby kitten, with sad brown eyes.
Sat on the porch of a broken down house.
He was about to become homeless,
without any food, not even a mouse.
I stood and gazed at this poor lonely cat.
Shook my head and placed him in my hat.
A long drive across the city we drove.
Now Tiger sits cozily in front of our stove.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem