It seems a perfect place of honor
So fitting for our valiant Henry
Lying next to the stately lion.
The brave fight his to own,
Sure to lose, so surely as
Angels see how heaven
Bats playfully the cat's
Presence back to me.
Henry once more above
The soil wherein I wept...
Soft, feline attendant
To my aching loss.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a nice poem, johnny case. Read my poem, Love and L u s t. Thanks.