Steadily creeping outside in the blackened night, a shadow
silently hiding beneath darkness, looking for an opening -
an entrance into our poetical world of recitation.
Coming closer to windows, reflecting light out onto pathways
made by it's self alone.
Suddenly, straight as an arrow, two eyes glistening and a
furry face comes into view - still walking steadily along
side the clubhouse windows.
A cute little kitty, searching to come in and join us -
finding no opening - no entrance - walks steadily away on
pathways of it's own choosing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem