One day a boy and girl were very upset,
Cause father didn’t come, didn’t write email,
And, to explain their daddy sudden absence,
The mother told her childs a fairy tale:
““Oh, please don’t shoot!” – one bandit told your father.
Your dad is cop, you know, but not a rat –
His weapon hasn’t a modern smashing laser,
And traitors caught him like a little pet.
But it’s appearance… cop could see and control
All things around… and all moment’s phases.
And bullet flew, but dad became immortal,
Cause Angel helped, changing time and place.
And father said: “My body is the butter
In usual life…but now it’s rocky top!
Who are you?” “I am forbear of Gayvata,
Assiri Ursa, the Siberian cop”.
And Russian friend, who was in part a red man,
Gave life to dad and fled at ski blue ship.
Moonbeam, as dart, punctured Eden fragment
And, as the laser, joined father’s hip…”
And mother stopped… “But where’s dad this moment?” –
Her children asked… “He comes, but very rare…”
And who is it?... It’s rustle or mouse is coming?
It’s waft: “Don’t shoot!”… and old policeman’s care.
