... The tiger were angry over mouse-...
And silently sits in the garden of roses...
Oh, as he loves heir aroma,
But pretends so the lovely so artistically...
... Were Looks, on of shining claws...
And the thinks, whether is that
They, will prevent on a guitar...
Who know he, how I? - not Anybody!
He so wants caress on the striped back one's...
But, he is so afraid, will by named - ' Cat '...
how i like reading and writing about cats! i like this: very interesting ideas going together. by the way, if you want to smile, read my 'Cats...' and 'A man-eating tiger or a tiger-eating man? '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful imagery Tsira...cats are so lovely big or small...a pleasure to read this...Fi 10+++