Why you blare
your sound,
sitting on the roof;
Did I praised
your voluntary urge
to act by your hoof
Your nails have grown
longer of now,
Your tongue protrude
sticking an outer air;
Did I clove an aroma
dried like a bud
Why you covet
your strength,
sitting life in fragility;
Did I not, shown
the preview
How to mend love
Ulterior to your motive
This evokes,poetically,a certain timelessness.
So much thanks dear Sir Louis Kasatkin!