Mus on sundaynight

What do I hear?
I look through the only window
Of my room, my library
I see a thousand pointing roofs
One time up two times down

Where does it comes from
I open the window wide open
To the inside
Contemporary building regulations
I hear, I hear a beat, a beat, a beat, beat beat

A black cat with white fur
Legs and tummy. She!
It is her, the Lolita of
The lane. Facing her computer
Hair already up. What a shame.

Becoming a leader, no doubt.
Tigermom, watching, down stairs, some
Other screen
The sound of a steamed vacuüm cleaner
My hair on my forehead moves a little

It is becoming a bit curly
Have only been swimming twice
Tan us, howling wolf
Hungry dog
Supper has been served hours ago.