with your paws on the hood of the car
you're always trying to get in
and I always want to eat you --
     with love, of course.
who waits for the tender touch
of your sandpaper tongue
dragged ever so haltingly across
the palm? and your daintiness --
     to land in the lap?
chuchote, petit chat du ciel gris
et murmure tes secrets sur mon oreiller
si seulement je pourrais te comprendre,
grand miracle des étoiles --
     hors de ma fenêtre.
attends, chéri, la tendresse qui touche
à l'intérieur profond de l'âme,
exprimée de la sensation de ce monde
loin, au-delà de toi --
     sorcier de finesse.
shhh -- chuchote
   à mes yeux encore --
       sky kitten.
 
 
Does this mean that my cat is going to be famous? She deserves it.
ReplyDeleteshe does indeed.
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