There's no one around
and the cat won't complain
if I open the window
and let in the rain.
The cat doesn't care
if I sit here and stare.
No, me and the cat,
we like it like that.
I can sleep in the day
and think in the night
and the cat doesn't worry
what's wrong or what's right.
There's no one to say
that my tuna fish salad
isn't spicy enough
or limpid or pallid,
to add mayonnaise
or improve on my ways.
And me and the cat,
we like it like that.
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I would like to translate this poem
Solitude! With the muse of life. Nice work.