Miaw, Miaw, silvery eyes
Straightened fur, spear-like ears
In mouth, claws
Bone suspect. It was
My cat, I, locked eyes
In its mouth, went my fingers
Pain in mouth, it struck.
Out with bone, pain in my arm
In relief, my toes it licked
I nurse my arm, though contented.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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This poem I enjoyed very much. I happen to be a cat lover so this caught my attention fast.