Watching my cats
Come and go
Purring their pleasures
And curling their woes
Sliding between states
Of being and doing
Never quite knowing
Their never quite wooing
Unassuming never unamusing
Preoccupied, with themselves
Detached in attachment
Self-possessed and possessing their poise
Acutely still and twitching true to noise
Resting hunters and demonic angels
I realise they have it
These statements in fur
Slow paradoxes making life purr
Richard G Berg
September 2020
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem