The Young Cat and the Chrysanthemums

You mince, you start
advancing indirectly —
your tail upright
knocking about among the
frail, heavily flowered
sprays.

Yes, you are lovely
with your ingratiating
manners, sleek sides and
small white paws but
I wish you had not come
Translation: 
Language: 
Rate this poem: 

Reviews

No reviews yet.