Cat poem

I choose to stay with you, without obligation

I am a house cat

I am a 600 lb. tiger.

I am sensitive

Your touch can feel like 1,000 hands

Sometimes wind feels like a gust off the ocean and I remember 200 years ago patrolling a ship’s deck.

The big chair in the living room, in my eyes, is an old growth stump, earthy and ancient, a sharpener for my claws.

Cat love runs deep and is often not seen by the human eye

Meow is a dialect of your language, which I learned to be able to speak with you

Yes, I am your baby.

When happy my whole being vibrates and I make a sound that no one knows how it works, or why. 

I choose to stay with you, without obligation.

By cat. Translated by Mary Ann Petersen