The sun rises into the sky,
chasing the sleepy from my eyes.
I take a moment in my head,
to say prayers while in my bed.
So, I can lie a moment more,
before my feet must hit the floor.
I find some food to feed my cat,
she yowls til I take care of that.
She owns this house I am her maid,
What I would give if I could trade
be taken care of just like that,
then back to sleep like my black cat.
hanging on the window screen to be in or out or in between a cat knows best what to do to keep you in a constant stew s
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I would like to translate this poem
I pulled myself right into this poem, because I have three cats of my own, any poems about cats is for me. cheers Sylvie