black cat hunting butterflies
stalks then pounces, never mind
he's yet to capture single one!
enraptured in his feline fun,
a panther crouching in the grass,
he waits for other one to pass.
then springs upon this winged prey,
which flutters, teasingly, away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Moon>>>Saw the title & had to crack it open(tis my favorite POE short story) Sterling imagework, here...Succinctly superb, Moon....Looking forward to re-visiting ''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''FJR