Green eyes of the cat
With little flights of sparrows
Slowly passing by
And in her slumber
Hopping jumping and climbing
She is flying too
Thee tiny tile cat
With all thy precious gestures
Thou art free indeed
Bashō my master
Sitting calmly near his pond
Had his little frog
Thee tiny tiger
In the pond of my armchair
Thou jumpest swiftly
And thy sweet purring
Sounds far nicer than the plunge
Of his little frog
Spirit of Bashō
See slowly coming to thee
This cat who is mine
Claude Lopez-Ginisty
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