No One is a Foe.


A cat on the wall

I see  him on my wall

burly and brown

whiskers long  and grown.

 

The cat on my  wall

sits tight on the wall

stares at me fiercely

am an intruder truly.

 

Sits there for long almost tired

unhappy as his wall is shared

I too, for my part, sit there  tired

unhappy as my wall is shared.

 

Anger brews and fury rises

seen in the cat’s eyes

found  in a sparkle  bright

emits an animosity  straight.

 

I control my temper  with not ease

feel bad as if I am teased

want to drive the cat out

he an illegal occupant all throughout .

 

The  cold war lasted for a while

both of us indignant in style

I chastizing him for his intrusion

he mumbling  against my  intervention.

 

All things have to come to an end

in a way or another one has to bend

so did the cat with a bow

understood,cat sits no one is a bitter foe.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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