The handsome cat
Strong, gentle and proud he prowls
Out on the highways or in his own home
When he mews in my ear
So tender and discreet is his tone
But whether his tone is mild or vexed
It is always rich and deep.
That is his special talent and his charm
His voice which curls and seeps down into the depths of my being
Expands in me like a harmonious verse
And delights me like a magic filger.
It soothes the cruelest sufferings
And is filled with every ecstasy
And needs no language to capture the deepest meanings.
There is no bow that can sweep my heart
No perfect instrument more rich
Withdrawing song from even its most sensitive string
Than your voice, O Mysterious, Strange Cat
And whom everything as in an angel is as subtle as it is harmonious.
From his blonde and brown fur comes a perfume so sweet that one night
I was caught in its thrall
I hadn’t caressed it once
He is the familiar spirit of the house
Judging, presiding, inspiring
All things within his empire
Is he magician or god?
When my eyes are drawn as by a magnet
Toward my beloved cat
And I obediently look upon him
I look into myself and I am amazed to see the fire
In his pale pupils
Bright lamps, grinning opals
Hypnotically fixed on me.