Owl

Evening in the forest

It is getting dark.
Birds in the grove
Stop pantyhose.
Twilight wanders to the touch
Spreading five fingers.
Between the trees, enveloped in darkness,
Wander quietly without shadows
Like an old blind man,
What a sorcerer and sorcerer.
What, leading slowly
With his dark hand,
Cheats whimsically
The face of objects and things.
Whether you are on horseback or on foot,
Be baptized - and God is with you!
Every tree is a goblin
Every stump is forest.
The aspen sobbed like a witch.
The root is bent by a snake ...
Every step is devilry
Every sound is freaky.
Draws out damp odor.
Fears stick like a burdock.
To the familiar edge
Get out soon!
The month is squinting with an owl
Day flies to hell ...
Black and brown fox
Night climbs out of the hole.

V. Pavlyutkin