Tigri-to one of my acquaintances from ancient times-

From the Pharaos times

-And even more ancient-

She descended All Fur

To keep silence

With me, upon the secrets

Of the Sun, the Night and Heart,

Without asking a penny,

Just food and water, so far.

She is the descendent of Tigris,

Her brother must have been Euphrates,

Her silhouette appears in the shadow

As the thunder of my subconscious.

Silently, on her paws she enters

Through the open door

In the poetry`s Spiritual World.

She, who never talks,

Who knows to be

In style and «stills»

As a real princess

Of the Divine Nile.

Sleeping at my feet

She runs in dreams

That I would like to know one day,

Maybe she`s dreaming of wild creatures,

About Tigris`jungle and rain,

Or maybe it is just her heart

Biting as a Tiger`s

While catching the tail of a comet

Which is falling in my bed

Night after night.

My acquaintance from ancient times!

We are sometimes

At the beginning of time

Where we stitch and purr

And other times far in space

When people can`t find us anywhere,

Just the moon could find us

Lost on its «other side»

In the dark, far from the sun,

Merged in real poetry...

...This is me and Tigri!