When it rains like this,
Where do you go?
When it is cold,
And the wind blows.
The icy air.
In mid winter,
Where do you go?
When water is a hinderance,
With large drops,
When the storm arrives.
Does the hail hurt?

Poor stray cat,
Where do you go?
When the weather is miserable,
We miss you,
And your cheekiness,
We hope you have found a refuge,
From this bloody bad weather,
With your fur kept dry,
And your body warm,
And you sleep peacefully,
Waiting for a better day,

Maybe tomorrow,
We wait for your return,
And then it will be a great day.

original poem written in italian <rifugio>

© D.Hobson March 2014