Zima

Always, if look out the window in the late afternoon, you saw the poet Zima, who is always sitting under a tree. He composes a lot out loud, sometimes consulting with his gray-haired tit on his shoulder. It was nice to watch it, and you even liked it. But there was a problem: the guy didn't sleep much, and sometimes he managed to fall asleep under that tree. The same thing happened that evening, and you decided to help by approaching Zima, who was already half asleep, yawning...