And You Were Righ, Dad Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

the dog is in the shadow
the nature flung on
the too warm fur
sounds of the city
are coming dimmed
alarm more persistently

he is peeping from the window
the curiosity is stronger
but we in the underwear
the sleepy fly
got entangled online
spider in the garage

'who is sowing winds '
the one restlessly is sleeping
a justice is dream
I remember words of the father
today, I am still nodding assent,
that he had right