The
surprise of Christmas
I
envied this cat, his beauty
No
worry not disturbed
If
this is his daily meals
He
was eating delicately
Whimsical,
like fondling
Old
age has prevailed, yesterday
It
is gone one winter morning
It
is now free as air,
Like
a pasha
In
the paradise, of cats
We
remember his nonsense
Clinging
to the hair
Clawing
also the curtains
And
when we sang Christmas
He
meowed at will
It
ran by pulling the belts
Night
bathrobes
In
summer, quietly swatting flies
Breaking
flower vases
Hiding
our remonstrance
Like
a sphinx, he was moving, skillful
Turning
around my ankles
While
I was in pain
It
purred happiness
For
relieving my troubles
He
was walking on the high roofs
Of
the opulent houses from Detroit
The
cat was reluctant to go down
On
seeing the firemen seek him
Suddenly
it fled and meowing
Roll
into a ball near to by the fireplace
We
assistant at the last Christmas dinner
Sniffing
roasted turkey skins
He
slept turning the four paws in the air
Meanwhile
hugs in the stomach
Now,
when the joyful children
Will
be sitting under the tree
They
will open their gifts, merry
Then
exceed a small stirring head
That
of an adorable kitten, pushing mewing.
