Winter is no place for a cat.
Cold and wind and rain
do not mix well with feline.
Inside, where it is warm and cozy
is quite dull for a cat.
Nothing to chase or do
just people walking around.
So in and out it goes,
whatever it hasn't is always better,
perhaps if I go to sleep now
spring shall be here tommorrow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem