авторский перевод с русского / translated by the author
оригинал: «метаморфик, Ползук»
A wonder has come to stay with me—
Crawler, strange and wild.
Upon my couch it settled free,
Snatching cookies like a child.
It rules the kitchen like a lord—
Each morning comes the sound:
The kettle boils with kvass outpoured,
Coffee leaps and jumps around.
So this is no mere phantom's call—
The fridge grows lean and bare.
Thus Crawler's creeping through it all,
Reshuffling everywhere!
Yet strangely, cleanliness prevails,
No dust in any nook.
Within our home where Crawler trails,
The bedlam's been forsook.
I shudder in my restless sleep—
A trembling crawls through me...
Then suddenly the doors fly deep:
"Husband, wake! It's time—it's Me!"
Metamorphic, Crawler
© Copyright: Владимир Мыслявцев, 2026
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