Yesterday my granddaughter
Spent seven minutes learning
The language of cats.
(You learn Cat quickly
Or not at all.) Testing her,
I told a story; line after line
She translated it into
Mews, growls, purrs and hisses.
The tortoise-shell feigned sleep
But was, I assume, spellbound,
When poets drop by to point out
That they win medals,
Get published, know what rhymes
With orange, I'll answer, "True but
"Which of your works
Has been translated into Cat?"
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