Snow, as Umka, on stars descends in city the fallen asleep...
In spruce needles with a paw, barely touching, running his white.
All sparkles under the moonlight, still small soft plush,
Past, ears pricked up, curious happy squirrels.
Rolled over the ice floe head over heels, scared away all the ducks in the sagebrush;
Somewhere in the dark water touched his fur and slightly melted...
Numbers stuck up, playing, at the minibuses tired for the night,
I fell asleep on your ledge... Happiness is a very simple thing..)
(G Sh)