https://youtube/watch?v=MAk7tjIIIfg My cat Tisha died yesterday, he was wonderful friend. This poem was written with his help 10 years ago The god of love is out of genus And its emergence could be wild. It is sometimes the gorgeous Venus, It is Amour the fickle child! And there is one more delegate Who represents the tactful warmth, - It is my Tishka friend and cat And, nothing hides, - I like them both! My four-legged shaggy god of love With his seductive power Is self-respect without awe Behind the watchful cover! This very earthly living boss Each time is ready for surprise. I like diversity of course, But home needs cleaning sometimes! And when I need my magic chair Or put in reach an urgent jacket, - He rests so comfortable there That my intention looks like a racket. My Tishka has a project,- Attempt to understand The core of shady object,- The TV on its stand! Michael Douglas is an actor. Michael Jackson likes to dance. My Tishka is a navigator Within inside events. Ability to listen Is the trademark of lords. His eyes reflect the wisdom Which is beyond our words. And when I pull a drawer My Tishka shows his face. Cause he is an explorer, Who also needs this place. He tries to be a tutor, - At least, he thinks, we ll win When I need a computer And he is in between! I smile and tell him: great ! Yes, he has awesome charm. I try to concentrate And feel his playing arm For a guy, who isnt silent, He doesnt speak too much. But roar could be violent When he demands my lunch. And if you screw his ear Or make him feel unsafe, - Youll have good chance to hear The truth about yourself! Hes also the whatever On food consultant base, - The overweight will never Be dreadful in my case. When Tishka checks the table With tail up and tight, - His friendship could disable Excessive appetite!
Posted on: Sun, 02 Nov 2014 00:35:36 +0000
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