... The tiger were angry over mouse-...
And silently sits in the garden of roses...
Oh, as he loves heir aroma,
But pretends so the lovely so artistically...
... Were Looks, on of shining claws...
And the thinks, whether is that
They, will prevent on a guitar...
Who know he, how I? - not Anybody!
He so wants caress on the striped back one's...
But, he is so afraid, will by named - ' Cat '...

Tsira Gogeshvili

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cat-25/