Magical Wine

Wine tastes special today. 
A little bit sweet, tart, sour. 
Truely magical drink.
Powerful. 
I warm a glass in my palms,
while watching  the dim sun.
I perceive hot blood flowing into the tiniest vessels. 
This makes it cozy, my body is relaxed,
my thoughts are flowing like clouds.

The trees are budding every second. 
City pigeons coo, turtledoves talk. 
The world lives its life. 
We are really guests here.

A cat is sleeping on the couch. 
The waves of his calm brain are spreading around. 
They go beyond the room, the house.  Perhaps they reach that place in space-time, which we call Paradise.
My late grandma Anna said
that we live in a feline world,
so cats should not be offended. 
She was right.
Our world is truly feline.

I catch your waves, my dear old cat. 
I drink the red wine of Crimea for your longevity, for the peace in this crazy world, which I know for sure, will be better and brighter with cats sending their love everywhere, with humans sending their love back to cats.

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© Copyright: Valentin Luchenko, 2021