Kassid

Eng after * Sadu oli kassid ära pühkinud akna alt Hingates sisse vihma lõhna, nii elavalt, unelevalt libistasin kätt ma ristikute alla, margareetade mättas mõnulemas jalatallad, seelikusaba märg ja juukseotsad krussis... Ei ole kahtlust - olin omadega veidi sassis... tundes, kuis püherdaks mööda märgi murusid, kus metsikul pilgul vastast taanduma surusid kaks jõulist kõutsi eile, silmad pildumas tuld; kassi-printsess vaatamas neid nii rahulikult nagu kauge universumi tuumaplahvatust läbi uinuva teleskoobi - elu maist ahvatlust kuuma rebasekarva kantpead, pooletoobist ja valge maniskiga pool-angoora snoobi Tahan lesida rohul ja sirguda siit, vaim sire, tunda elu täiuslikku rahu hullutavas kires Täiust, kõiksust, mis hõlmab ka vastandeid Tunda, kuis päike valgustab kauneid, kuumi teid Isegi siis, kui vihm pühib mu ära homme, kes teab Millegipärast on mul tunne, et... kõik on nagu peab * The rain had chased the cats away, beneath my window’s eaves, Its fresh scent still lingers, and pearly drops cling to the leaves Dreamily, my fingers brushed beneath the clover's shade, Bare feet drank in the daisies, I simply enjoyed How my skirt’s hem quickly dampened, hair curled tight, No doubt—I was lost in a dreamer’s delight... Feeling the urge to tumble through rain-soaked grass, Where, just yesterday, two fierce tomcats had the clash. Eyes ablaze with primal rage, they tremble and lowly growl, While the princess-cat, bright as snow, is watching the show Her luminous eyes showing neither red nor green, No blessing given, no side to be seen. As if she was gazing through the lens of a telescope How a starlet in distant universe is spiraling into nuke She observed the fierce rivals preparing to fight While rain-heavy clouds started dimming the light Ginger brute, relic of the streets, his desire is steaming Black half-Angora, young snob, white cravat gleaming I want to lie in the grass and stretch toward the sky, Let my spirit soar, let my soul unravel and fly To feel life’s perfect peace within its maddening fire, To embrace the whole—the clash and the choir To know the sun still lights the wild roads ahead, Even if rain may wash me away, left unsaid Yet somehow, I feel—no matter what may be, Everything is as it’s meant to be