It Was A Kitten.. Suffered What Could Not Be Suffered

Passenger bus passed

In front of me .. it looked empty

It was crowded

Feelings absent

All its passengers

look like wooden sculptures

In sleep mode

Waiting for their strings to be moved

That looked old obsolete

No one returned

to impose his will on us

All sounds disappeared

Nobody talks about extremism

Clarity .. mystery ..
Messing around

Openness .. underdevelopment

Contradictory behaviors

Those that reveal our falsity!

All wooden sculptures

that wear colored masks

And pale gloves

Poorly made

False communication disappeared

Never influenced him (lame)

He meditates in silence

Or a harm consistent with itself

Free from all restrictions

That shackles others

My thoughts fell apart

Suddenly ... my wife called me

From my humble balcony

Hurry up, hurry up

Realize it .. Save it

She gave me a plate with milk

And I ran to her as a savior

She was alone

took it out

A group of dogs

I shouted at them, get away

What do you want from her?

Is it not enough for her misery?

No room for messing around

It was a kitten ... suffered what could not be suffered

I brought her the milk dish

It did not come close

She was blind

And also lame

The dish was placed by her mouth

It realized and fired

Her pink tongue was too small

Trying to adjust its position

It began to realize that it is life

Its spirit restored again

I watch it with passion

Until a shameless cat came

Swirling around

Not interested

In the case

I pushed him hard

Don't you see her condition?

She is unable

And you are the brazen, capable

Leave it .. leave it

I saw her full.

And recovered what recovered

She went looking for her way

About her mother who disappeared

My eyes were watching her

For my fear of it

from Wooden statues

or

That shameless return!

I invited her and I pray for it

That's how you are always

Oh .. the month of March ... at your end

I only wanted not to be

And you ..

More nervous and nervous

Now a week has passed

Do you see her alive?

Did her mother find her?

Corona bothered her?

Or are the wooden sculptures

still play their part

Ingeniously bad?