funny fat cat resting.
The cat behind the house lived in a nettle.
The dilapidated house was silent as a grave.
The cat came to it at night
Also faded opposite to a table.
The table is turned by the images – forgot,
The table as stood, so remained. In a corner
Drops wax hardened on a floor –
These are the burning candles became swollen.
You remember? The old man bachelor lies:
Eyelashes are humbly closed – and it is mild
In a black tie the small beard was thrust.
Candles flare, the hanging gloom shivers…
This house is dark at night now.
The cat comes and shines with eyes.
The corner flickers in darkness images.
Wind rustles on furnaces.
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