a big, black cat, is jumping
on the white snow.
now, looks like the stain.
such jumps, early in the morning,
it is a gymnastics. every cat,
has the supple spine, and it is
falling, on it feet
big cats sometimes,
hum beautiful lullabies,
to the sleep...
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