We are having lunch

the yellow cat sits on top of the armchair
she does not watch the snowy scene, but sleeps now
snow falls, trees grow white

We are talking around the table

the yellow cat is not sleeping on top of the armchair
she is not watching the snow either
snow covers all the trees with a miracle

We are looking for the yellow cat

the yellow cat sits on my lap
I watch the white snow
and listen to the murmuring melody with pleasure

Snow is not white now, everything is dark

the yellow cat does not sit on top of the armchair
she walks around the house
and listens to our murmuring sound.