My Cat Meeni
My cat Meeni was as white as ball of mirth
I found her a sleeping in the crease of earth
When I touched her she was purring like a hell
I was afraid she might call up catty yell
I was living in the hills over yonder
I stopped a little and took time to ponder
This little soul might be a God's gift to me
I had to take her home I danced like a bee
I nursed her bruises and wiped her hazy eyes
The east of solitude sun began to rise
She licked my fingers like finger lickin' good'
I was sure she was demure I gave her food
I say it loud and clear she is a gem of cats
My daughter to be sure is not fond of rats
Pets - Poetry Contest
Sponsor Shadow Hamilton
Date : 28 November 2014
Copyright © Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty | Year Posted 2014
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