Once again free from his cage; liberated by the night, the feline is delighted by the smooth embrace of that calm, spring night.
A unique strength is found in this moonlight.
The power to go anywhere, at any pace.
Nothing is mundane, every moment counts in this silent sanctuary.
Feet fall feverishly, but with deliberation, with a purpose in mind.
An agenda to have no agenda; no plans, just the time.
The time to do; time to live; time to swim against the current, to walk the unfamiliar and greet old friends.
Not a soul passes by, but in a way this is good; the cat prefers it this way.
Just him and the night and the omniscient moonlight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hey, hey, walking the cat or just knowing he is out there doing his own thing. Great poem. Read mine The Cat is Free Adeline