A cat may look at a king,
At anyone or
Late last night and the night before,
I was here, though you did not
Little robbers at my door.
Pussycat, Pussycat, where have you been?
Waiting under the branches from night
I've been to London to look at the Queen.
After checking to be sure that the king
Make a cat your confessor, tell her your sin,
You'll come barefoot through the dawn
Calling my name
A cat won't blink when you do it again.
Crying, "gato amante!
You heard and you came!"
Photograph by Daryl Edelstein. Click on the title for the link!