Would you like a fairy tale?
It's about a flying whale.
Listen. Once upon a time,
In the forgotten land of rhyme
And bright colors of a brush
A little whale made of plush
Was looking for great treasure.
Was it money, was it pleasure?
Why had he left his deep blue sea
Dreaming to find a mystic key?
His way started before dawn,
When the golden light was born.
He headed forward along mills,
Overflew twelve ancient hills.
At the crossroads of nine ways,
Where a giant fat cat lays,
A mystic owl made it clear:
It whispered 'Woo, the key is here.
Behind the river full of crocs
You'll find it hold by Fluffy Fox'.
With the key the whale came
To the midnight lake of flame.
In the middle, on the isle,
Like a proud king in exile
Grew the silk garden of fates.
The pilgrim entered rainbow gates.
And he found in admiration
His lovely treasure, inspiration.
Sept. 2018 or 2019
A Whale
© Copyright: Мария Кушакова, 2021
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