Jack Kerouac, seus gatos e seus haikais

Holding up my
purring cat to the moon
I sighed.

Following each other
my cats stop
when it thunders.

How many cats they need
around here
For any orgy?

In Haikkaido a cat
has no luck

Every cat in Kyoto
can see through the fog.

The birds start singing
but he is in the cat meadows

I’ll climb up a tree
and scratch Katapatafataya

If I go out now,
my paws
will get wet

A car is coming but
the cat knows
It’s not a snake

In London-town cats
can sleep
In the butcher’s doorway.

And the quiet cat
sitting by the post
Perceives the moon

The moon had
a cat’s mustache
For a second

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