What Is The Cat Up To? Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

in the room brightly
the nearby lamp post
is casting glitter
directly to and on

and where it will give
it isn't possible
to fall asleep
I am going to a window

a sudden surprise is seizing me
is standing opposite
is looking as I

as if he waited
whether I will give
perhaps him the mug of the milk
and I will sweet-talk
perhaps this way
and it maybe not
who knows - perhaps
someone it knows

up to it there is a cat
so that stroke it and hug
and if only could
in the basket curl up

but whether this cat
is it able? I don't know a lot
about such geography...

...I not