Black mouth prophet growls vaguely
in the languishing silence,
destroying the peace
of a sleeping homeless person.
He conceiving a grudge against sparrows,
an old assessor of a million city,
shoots a passer – by’s dog by eye.
***
A prickly scout
in search of forest truth
glistened with little eyes,
He raises a sharp nose.
Having limped on the dorsal spears
of red – cheeked apple prey,
the prickly animal disappeared from the horizon.
-Vyacheslav (Slava) Konoval
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