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A cat sits near the window, on the wall
We watch her every day, particularly in the afternoons
Couched in her thoughts – perhaps,
Taking forty winks - perhaps,
Thinking about people - coming and going
On the road,
To Al-Udein street*,
Some will go to the central market,
And some to Sabal*, and some beyond Sabal,
And some will take a detour
Towards Mansoub Mosque*
It is calm and windy!
The wooly-ball has hidden her face
In her wooly, warm bosom
And broods on -
Sitting near the window on the wall,
At the change of weather
It is calm and windy!
It is drizzling now,
And the wooly-ball gets up, stretches out and
Is gone…
It is raining now,
People on the road are walking hurriedly,
Children are coming homeward
From the school – unwillingly,
Splashing water on each other
From the puddles on the road
It has stopped raining.
The wooly-ball is seen sitting again,
Near the window on the wall,
And the Sun peeps through the diffusing clouds – mildly,
And the cat sits on
And we are going for a walk,
And we have come back,
And the cat would sit on
And wink at those who come in and go out
And compose the cosmic rhythm
By carrying out their bags
Of bread, means, beans and books…
*Landmarks in the Ibb city of Yemen
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