Cat story (12)

Today my cat came home drunk as a cobbler.
I looked at him and thought:"How lucky he is! Nobody will say he is a beast."

Cat story (11)

The day was declining waning. I was working on the computer when my cat entered the hall.
- Hi, - he said. - How are you?
- Fine, and you? - I looked at him.
- I am not fine, - he said sadly. - I have ate a mouse. It seems that she stirs into my stomach.
- Set her free, - I said.

Music

Music is flight of soul
Which has no the end.
Up to the heavens, my spirit soared.

A lone star

A lone star is flying in the heaven,
And her way leads nowhere.
She is just flying.
She does not hurry anywhere
Because she has no the final station.
She is just flying
And she is happy.