O Gato

With a beautiful leap,
Light and secure,
The cat passes
From the ground to the wall.

Soon changing
His mind,
He goes back
From the wall to the ground.

He steps and passes
Carefully, softly.
He grabs and runs, silently,
Behind a poor little bird.

And then he stops
As if startled.
Then he dashes,
Jumps to the side
If he gets tangled
In a ball of yarn.

He bristles his fur,
Grumpy.
He's a lazy one
And he really likes
A good head scratch.

And when night comes
And fatigue sets in,
He takes his bath
By licking
His belly.