it snuggles close
half closed eyes
rolling with white
its forelegs loosely
tip towards sky
its warmth heats
up our sweet contact
'such pretty thing
poor thing cant
enjoy the world as much
as we do' i thought
as if it understands
my thought
the cat struggles
to have me let it down
i do so and it walks
away without
turning back,
as if offended
I always thought a cat's life would be very enjoyable, actually... they are never expeced to work, love, obey, be kind... but yet they are allowed to be themselves with no pretenses about what they actually think of anything, including you, his 'owner'. It also kind of makes you wonder who 'owns' who, doesn't it? ? lol Love your poems! Lee
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem. I myself have a very fat, very spoiled cat. He likes to pretend that he doesn't need me but we both know how much he does :) Thanks for writing something different.