you imagine
how do you live in that house
somewhere over there among the trees.

Shoulders.
Shall I come with the cream and let's start baking the kugel?

After that, we go for a walk in the forest with our dog.
Into the dark, into the night, to listen to how you drip.

We return in the morning, accompanied by wolves and fairies,
holding violets
fried with cuckoo's nests.

We offer tea and a nice garlic braid to the passengers.

Scratching. As we see off, we watch,

like dogs jealous
walks across the field

uneaten wolves.