swayed by his determined cat
he turns this way and that
his gaudy clothes swear deeply at him
papers tumble briefly on the floor
by a single flick of his wrists
limbo sets in the moonlit room
now he stands still as fragile as porcelain
his cat may chant nonsense
by looking askance
the yellow pants start to dance
"dapper was never an issue
go, get me a tissue"
14 comments:
love the last three lines!
Very nice write! :-)
Hi Gautami, love it love it love it.
Yellow pants start to dance.
I'd love to see those dancing yellow pants!
Even the cat acknowledges that he is the king of the cats. Mind you it has a motive, it needs to be fed. very amusing.
Oh, this made me smile, Gautami. Thanks.
Pamela
A suitably whimsical take on this odd picture. :-)
a nice translation of the image...
nice close :D
What a magical poem! Lovely..
Perfectly pleasing, and it describes so well.
Ah, we get to see the pants! I like it.
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You have a fine eye for detail and using it delightfully!
He does look like a dancer! Those legs...
You have really captured the image with your eye and put it in words.
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