A Pair of Centaurs

A pair of centaurs from a far away dream Entered my room without sound “We’re not mythological, not what we seem”, Said one of them, looking around I dared to ask “folks how did you get in To what do I owe such a pleasure?” Another one spoke, who was smelling with gin “You’re a man of good fortune and leisure We couldn’t miss the option to visit you, sir You are on a right way”, he said His friend added “mind you, we wouldn’t disturb If you weren’t long time been dead” “Now what do you mean by this?” I said, but no I couldn’t speak out my question Meanwhile both my guests stretched their legs on the floor And hung on my chairs their vesture Then one of them sniffed, and another one puffed They probably thought to look groovy They ate all my food, drank my wine, smoked my stuff I felt like I’m watching a movie Then Morpheus got me and down at the shore Out of the train window I saw My old native home that I left long ago Still cannot remember, what for.