A black cat comes late at night,
Searches of milk pot only ever,
Drinks the pot of milk complete!
Black cat does not matter anything;
It does not care whether noise or not
As its attention is to finish milk full!
When people go and see what's there
They do not find anyone in the dark
Because it is black and not seen easily!
One day people waited to see him somehow;
They heard the rolling of pot lid late night;
When went there they found the black cat!
It sneaked behind some old material store;
After people went away it came to finish
Milk taking work and coolly disappeared!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is something uncanny about a black cat. And your story narrates this very well – each stanza illustrates the focus of this black cat drinking “the pot of milk complete”, and people “do not find anyone in the dark”. Makes interesting reading. Thnx. Leonard