I am more afraid of you
than you of me:
what time I have, I steal.
But kill me, if you must.
Another me will take my place:
for you, and you, every one
one of me is watching.
Your home, your food, your medicine
are my academy.
And when you go the way you came
I shall walk on two legs
and trim my whiskers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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