Beneath night's smell,
through window walls, // four squares,
My mind painted a // bright cow standing there.

I approached and spoke with gentle atmosphere,
"As a cat, henceforth, // your name…..."
He heard, and laughed without a care.
Thank you, for your thoughts,
Please, feel free to share.

In silent library, where no readers dwell,
I drift to dreams // where waters rise and fail,
Transforming mundane hours under spell,
I become a milker, // raising you to tell,
"Where shall this milk now go?"
you ask and wait,
As I hold your profound fate.

Is it the wild wind // that whispers verse and rhyme,
Or earth's rich soil that clothes you // through all time?
Through forest paths, // the wanderers sublime
Speak dreams anew, in their old stories, // about boring life.

The cup's water turns to boundless sea,
The milk on lips returns the cat,
once more on this day, ordinary,
Where wonder hides // in all we could see.