She closes the door as she steps outside
At the end of her day's designing;
Stooping she greets a cat on the street
Whose bushy tail it exceeds him.
He's thrilled he is at this midnight hour
To meet with a lady of fashion.
While head to head they talk and purr,
Her handbag slung low from her shoulder,
He takes good note of its soft leather look
Like the feel of her hands that caressed him.
He swiches his tail on his way up the town,
Slipping in through the dimly lit archway;
At the end of the day he was only a stray
And he was after being treated like gentry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem