tea-cat

leaves instead of it’s ears
it’s eyes like two amber balls
as the long whiskers get dipped
in the fragrant brew

a petal in lieu of it’s tongue
it’s eyes like amber in the dark
as the fulgent fluid is sipped
from a tea-cup

reflections set it’s fur a-blaze
with twinkling sparks
never, oh never
touch this cat
at tea-pot time

translation by Teresa Tyszowiecka