Nothing seemed to go right. The evening was as usual as it could be in dull boring autumn. No sign of hope. No light of relief. Just constant blasts reminding the bursts of soul. Just contemplation of nature going asleep. And no feelings of easing.
She turned away from the window as if from the world. When expectations never surpass, then comes the evening for the soul. What if she could just turn into a cat and walk gently on the roof. What if she could come to his house and look at the light in the window - just to make sure he is safe and sound. The whirl of sudden wind made her jump on the window-sill, which became much bigger and wider. She landed so gentely – ah, yes – the paws… something behind began to wag – you couldn’t believe it – she had a tail! And when trying to speak to herself she heard only “Meeeow”….
A sudden alarm ring wîke her up. She opened her eyes… Was it a dream? Was it just her wild imagination? Someone behind the door began to meow….
àäðåñà: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=104296
Ðóáðèêà: Ñòèõè, êîòîðûå íå âîøëè â ðóáðèêó
äàòà íàäõîäæåííÿ 22.11.2008
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