lost tie
my little cat
handful of flour -
flame; one white spot

rests in road
the one that robbers me
my poor little cat

in road of dream
purple green
white and flamy
in the road of hers

the glacial smile I kiss
and my body tightens horribly
when all of the sudden at night
I wish to rest and sleep

in wet grave
the tawny road
to fall asleep next to her
and her filmy feet

to leave, I can't
alone I cry
in stack, tasteful
stack of hay

perhaps it's hers
terrified shade
like foam she moans
over our heads

perhaps she sleeps
now instead of me
while her blossom fades
-my little cat