The Kitten - Эдгар Алан По - The Raven

The Kitten - Эдгар Алан По - Забыл опубликовать - А я смог

The night was fearly trembling, and I khew no calm sleeping
In the poor kitchen against my lap-top sitting
feeling the darkness would gone outside
I heard a gentle swipping behind the door where something was leaping
It was scratching and fearing my weak mind
Then the cards I wanted to lay.But no fortune to me clay
never that night I myself lied I was afraid
The creature began by me merely to cry

Then hearing no sounds around, thinking no one in the street
Beware it's wowling of the scarse croud came to me to put mine into the fire and heat
aftermore I saw flames of fire no this death to be desired
I gethered all my papers to throw into the oven with the weawing flire
Suddenly stopped, Something told me: "Don't be a selfish lier"
You must find your own way
Find your own bay
But I told: "Let me to you find" 

No screaming, no scrambling, something standing on their own feet
The pink paws not seen in the darkness and nowhere humans to be outfit
No sound. I outside put of the torch around, only the heavy rain filling the pound
Close to the door the crowd disappeared. The rain helped me not to be found
the shelter with the disaster full creatures screaming of out
wetting the clothes all amount
not hearing but to stop her
to close to climb to my mind

Sometimes when I lie in the gloomy silence I can hear nothing but falling leaves
Passing the way that somewhere I lost climbing to the rocks rising over the sees
Nothing bothers me, nothing irritates me except one thing - silence and fatigue
if you want to dissolve, you can only do so in the ocean named Pacific
but it's all very far away and chaotic
and outside the window that day was stormy
whinged like the pray of the mourning
And something asked: "Open door to letting me"

Goin' on