Lamurrr!

My phone rang.
I just ordered a dream, -
Call! What a shame!
Picked up the phone:
- What do you want?
And I hear:
- Moore-murrr! I'm in love!
I wrote a poem, I'm tired.
And this one purrs, got it!
- You look out the window:
What a cat there is!
Moore-murrr, mon amurrr, I'm lost!
I went to the window - there wasn’t visible there!
And the voice drills my brains:
- For this redhead
I need sonnets.
You are a muse, poet, strain
Now, friends, I have no time for sleep.
Outside, night and spring ...
I am writing sonnets
About this redhead.
The wife will also be jealous.
Natalia Kheifets