What does the cat purr in your ear?

 

 

 

‘Thank You For Understanding’

 

 

‘You have such  beautiful voice!’

The horse understood an answer,

The  melodic rustle of leaves,

Moved by a gentle breath,

It was the loudest whisper,

It didn’t believe its pricked ears,

The language of tamed and wild beasts,

Was the language the horse knew,

Because everything can speak,

Only if you can hear,

Trees have a voice too,

Since then they admired each other,

Waiting for dawn to come,

The horse hated the waste of precious moments,

Till the farmer set off for the farm,

It was a short distance,

Measured in light-years,

The tree didn’t get any shut-leaf,

It asked the sun to change,

To reschedule light works at night,

Just one eternity earlier,

It was impatient to see,

The horse galloping down the hill,

They talked about the future,

It was somewhere else,

The tree was tired to count swarovski,

It studied the stars instead,

They talked about the weirdest creatures,

With chlorophyll in their brains,

The exposure to sunlight,

Made them to feel healthy,

Despite any obvious reason,

They looked alarmingly green,

 They talked about globalization,

Sexpeare, wars and Saddam Hussein,

About the kids that were born out of wedlock,

Morals and raw realism,

They talked of the encephalos,

They didn’t forget the phallus as well,

The horse talked about the life,

It saw behind the hills,

The tree talked about all kinds of birds,

It had studied for long years,

It could have been an ornithologist,

Using alternative ways,

They talked about everything,

That could be spoken and felt,

‘What a miraculous change!’

The rider said to himself,

‘Now the horse is ready,

It can help me to do farm chores’,

It’s exactly what happened next,

Doubt and fear are always the worst,

One misty autumn morning,

Nothing disturbed the hills,

The second thought cracked the armor,

It was late in the right season,

‘No reason to gather crop’,

Dreams and fields were barren,

For everyone but the tree and the horse.

The tree stretched its longest branches,

In its attempt to see,

Where had happiness gone?

It saw respective spots in the hills,

Where happiness had never been.