My cat is sheer art of painting –
In suave and translucent shade,
With finest shadows of engraving
And porcelain iridiscense made.
The finest draft of softest wool
Was spun for her – a dreamy tuft.
Her pace is winding airy tool
In arabesque-like master craft.
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Dark as a nighty lonely wight!
Her steps are still and strictly timed…
Once glow and ash, she came to light –
A solemn self, now so refined.
Her bluish fur is ash and dust
With greyish tints of amethyst
Her eyes glow darts as flickers passed.
She may be painted by an artist!
Translated by Junona Tutunea
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