“Left me, Wolf… (Tim Sobakin)

“Left me, Wolf.”Left me, Wolf.I fed him cabbage.Seen this vegetable delicious,it is seen to eat, he could not. The wolf moved away from me.How much of a beast nor feed,for him Nature nettrace thick belt. He went to the far woods where there are trees of a thousand.And built there a home,and, satisfied, climbed. And then looks around,and inside the house —empty.Where are you,my cabbage?Where are you,my faithful friend? Night Wolf sitting on a stump,the moon melancholy howling See,is there peace to him.Seen remembers me.