the persian
cat with blue eyes
lays there
like cotton bud
by the window and
roams his eyes
in the whole room of
this house
it waits in ambush
for the mouse that passes
by fast as a shadow of a leaf
blown by the storm
and then it comes before
you proud of what is bloody
in its mouth
a dead mouse as proof
that it has a use for you
and that it deserves
its meal and your hug for
the night
inside your room in that
warm bed of yours.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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