All Is IlluminatedIn the middle of the market placeStands a wonderful tree.Decorated with many lights.By day, it is barely noticed.Everywhere the old framework.At night, it is floodlighted.Then, all is illuminated brightlyAs if drawn by artist’s hand.Deep blue is the firmament.The market place is covered with snow.Here and there are only a few pigeonsWhich I can see on the roofs.The evening now draws to a close.The market place is like being swept.I lean against the old wall,And observe how the tree moves slightly.Some hundreds of lights seesawIn its green branches.Proudly, the tree looms to the starry skyAnd wants to show me its splendor.
Black Cat Amber EyeBlack coat with silken hair,The eyes bright and young in years.But what this glance is sayingIs as old as the world.The eyes almost closed,Snuggled and silent dreaming,She lies like spilled –Inwards restless, exuberant.Stretched out peaceful and easy –Gentle soul, full of happiness.I ask myself what she might intendBy her soft glance?Often, she lies around sleepingAnd after a while, she opensThe little mouth and bends the back.But everything without haste.Then, when she starts to rub gentlyAround my legs, purring –It is only up to herWhen she moves my heart.When I take her in my armsAnd look into her amber eyes,How my heart warms upAnd help me to believe in the good.Black coat with silken hair,On velvety paws slightly –We walk together year for yearUntil our journey will have come to an end.And when once you will leave me, my purring companion,So, I cover you tenderly with love.And I think of you fondly what enlightens my spirit:Re
Wolf TrailA pair of eyesglow yellowin the darknessof the night.He has takenthe trailthrough the forest.Hiddenin the thicketand under cover of the trees,he sneaks up.He persists ...attentive -cautious -hidden -undiscovered.He isvery beautiful,but rarelydoes someone catch sightof him.Why has heleft his pack?Why does he sneakalonethrough the forests?His eyesglisten ...They tell of timeswhen hewas chased.He was weak -at that time,too weak to hunt,too weak to protect.The packdid notneed him.The weak arean obstacle.So, he wasbitten -kicked -chased.Since then,he has been passing alonethrough the forests,has been oberservinginsilent nightsfrom afarandhas been dreaming ...His eyesshimmer wet.Quickly,he turns away,disappearingin the darknessof the forest.On the ground,a pearlremains behind ...glittering -sparkling -bright -illuminatedby the moonlight ...The tear of the wolf.
Holiday HorrorsSoon there will be plenty of presents, each packed in a single wrapping,And we forget each grief, hidden under the mantle of celebrating.While assembling happily under the tree, the whole world begins to cry.Then it plays no role how many people, animals and plants will die -We are feasting, do not care and they go hungry everywhere.
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