Cat Poetry

Los gatos como yo, caen de pie.., originally uploaded by tunuevavecina.

Oh small
emperor without globe,
conqueror without country,
minimum living tiger,
bridal
sultan of the sky
of erotic rooftops,
The winds of love
in the open
you claim
when you pass
and backside
delicate fours
on the ground,
elling,
distrusting
of all earthly things,
because all
is unclean
for the immaculate foot
cat

From Tunevaveciva's Flickr translated using Google Translator.