White

It's white snow,
It's white light,
It's the White Face.
This is Light of Fire,
Light of my soul.
This is God's Light.
I am standing,
You are standing,
We are standing:
Someone with Fire,
Someone with a sword.
He sees everything
And nothing is hidden from His sight.

New day

There are many snow  in the field.
It's white, too white.
My horse trots across the field
And her shadow vanishes in light.
The clatter sounds in infinity space.
The bells prophesies to me.
New day brings the God's grace
And peace descends on me.

Cat story (16)

- The mice want my death. They want to poison me. They want war and they will get it! - my cat said.
- Why do you think that they want your death?
- I know, - my cat had a pig-headed look.
- Do you have proof?
- No, but I am sure they are at fault.
- Why?
- Because they are the mice. All mice want a cat's death. The greater the threat, the greater is the risk of inaction – and the more compelling the case for taking anticipatory action to defend ourselves, even if uncertainty remains as to the time and place of the enemy’s attack.
- Are you sure the mice will be love you after your strike? - I felt sorry for him.
- I need not love. Let they fear me to I could have a long life, - the cat smiled.

Cat story (15)

This morning my cat said me:
- I had a dream last night. I dreamed of an excrement. They say it is very good dream. It's means I'll become the very rich cat.
- It was probably very smelly dream, - I said with a grin.
- Being no fool, it was the smell of my dream! - he said with pleasure.

Cat story (14)

- We cats are the animals elite, and it is mean I am over you, - my cat said.
- Why should this be so? - I asked him.
- Because you are a human, and your human kind was descended from an ape, - he said with contempt. - And... the apes are so imperfect animals, they are not that we.

Cat story (13)

Today my cat brought a sack of popcorn and said me:
- Don't touch me! I am very busy today!
- What are you so busy? - I asked.
- I signed up for the independent observers team. I am going to observe the elections by TV all day, - the cat said me with contented look.

The dumb brutes

They are nice and sweet.
They are funny and silly.
They are good friends and pitiless killers.
We love them and we hate them.
They are always near.
They observe attentively for us.
They have clever eyes.
They can listen intently to us,
But they always have their opinion.
They are the dumb brutes, but we can hear them always.
Because they are our domestic animal.
We love them:
The dogs and the cats, the spiders and the snakes.
Because all of them are our pets.