11) Street Cat

       Wolran Kim

 

Occasionally, I saw those indulging eyes

She may want to take away my lounging time

She may miss her freedom for a moment

She may want to step on her hopeless reality, with four legs

 

My territory full of hunger is pathetic

Four legs get busier following the garbage

If I envy the six-fingered cats of Hemingway in Mykonos Island

Or a full belly, it will be the same as running into a stone wall

 

Even with a much shorter lifespan of one thousand days

I am a warmer animal than those eyes that have two feet

I can tell from her bearing that icy land

That my drooling mouth is still sweeter than them

 

A captured day turns back, watching the road kill corpse

I’m a shady, evil-spirited animal, whose joke becomes fate

My capacity and cheerfulness are parts of my survival

The road that can never be lost, breathes

 

A neutered day jumps from being female yesterday to male today

If a place of birth becomes a road, where I stand becomes a road

One day, when one of my friends was picked up by a cat lover

I realized that the survival instinct is the road, not stealing

 

At the orphan-like shrunken night and in the hyena-like open-eyed morning

Just like the square roads of the house cat, standing on the furniture like a flag

At each night whenever the whole world becomes a road in the darkness

I really wanted to become habituated

 

I faced the sharp eyes on the strange road, wound by my tail

Behind and in front, a road like intestines shines

I lost my road on the road