Cat

Come! My dear  soft. Spongy like cat.

Again fresh from my memory 

Of those  golden days  of  my grandma;

your Most affectionate ,endearing feeder,

Fender.  Your soft  paw, silent,

Visited us, silent  as a   good  sufferer, those days.

I   have seen you playing with the

 Cute   plastic, small ball.

How  often you would  sit close by that

Grand old good lady, waiting for  the

Rice balls   offered affectionately to you,

How often your “metal- and marble –mix eyes”

Would  view the surroundings  with  a wary,

Cautionary look. Liked your mewing,

You can be cruel too like a heartless  lady;

Would  run  away with  a  chic of  a  sparrow

Catch by the  helpless hanging neck,

Or the rattling  rat, victimised by

The sudden swoop of your paws.

When you gave birth to newborn

How would you growl?

You are  a   mix  of  dangerous

  Sweetness Fascinating us.