Poetry’s indulgence, you surely see,A cat that walks beyond the window’s view,It prowls the garden, wild and running free.Unframed, untamed, in search of something new. It’s spontaneous thoughts that overflow,The thing that every translation forgot,Unlike a story’s rhythm, smooth and slow.A whispered tune beneath the moonlit spot. Unseen, yet growing, steady with its will,In quiet … Continue reading Poetry Cat