For Eugene.

With much regret I have to say,
My tries to pen a verse were nay.
So though I disappoint Yevgeni,
His riddle I have found to sway me.

A flash of genius did portray
His animagus form today.
For while sitting under one big tree,
A Raven landed next to me.
He started wandering far away
And verse was something I heard him say.

An odd rhyme with unique iamb,
I strained my ears to hear him jam.
And what, to my delight, I heard
A version of the spoken word
Of one poet so great I had to grin,
For it was verse like Eugene Onegin.