Do I miss the disco?
I haven't been offered
a dance under the light
I don't need
the light
but offer me your hands and
I'll find the nearest squeak
toy
for you to throw
I'll curl my head downward
in submission
Show me a laser and I'll
stretch my claws
apt to
let no point of you
be unmarked
Let me come home to you
when Laika couldn't
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem Gabriella thank you for sharing Mario Odekerken