Промолчи, и Сатана восторжествует.
Feline

My feline love that passed so fast,
It was so furry, not long last.
So primal, wild, and purring fond -
This seemed to be a solid bond.

Alas the time had come for claws,
So sharp and thin, not knowing flaws,
They wound our flesh till bleeding sores
And cut off whiskers: mine and yours.

@темы: Творчество