By: Amoureax Amant
Stray cat not saw pale sky and ground as one,
nor hid away from gazing eyes on stone,
nor sipped coffee which cooked with snow water,
before pet cat ended up like busker.
Stray cat painted pale plum blossom on snow,
and climbed up small maple under willow,
not because it disliked pet's life at home,
but because it liked painting plum blossom.
Stray cat watched branches blossomed in full bloom dew,
and watched drifting snow fluttered down statue,
as someone passed through frozen amber lake,
as cloud of dome fell down drifting snowflake.
As someone delivered stray cat's dinner,
as wind of mercy melted snow water.