He kept it proud like
a dog fickle, rough being.
He waited faithfully
for his beloved character
like a dog of his master.
He had sad look like a dog
who sees the perfection
that goes away forever.
He stared at the dim figure
that disappears like
ordinary, fickle cat.
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Duh životinja
Gordo je čuvao kao pas
nestalno, grubo biće.
Vjerno je čekao voljeni lik
kao pas svoga gospodara.
Imao je tužan pogleda kao pas
koji vidi savršenstvo što odlazi.
Gledao u umljati lik koji nestaje
kao obična, prevrtljiva mačka.
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