cats are everywhere i see them on a bench in the park and by some trees laying around as the sun goes down i see them in every city and town i find it fun to pet my favorite one a small tabby she is loving and not to shabby a red ball of yarn is her prized possession she protects it with a obsession there are cats everywhere and sometimes none to spare.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem