The cat mews from very near
sometimes it cries like a baby in fear
sobs and whimpers on and off at times
makes me wonder for a time
wherein the baby has come from
when only two of us live here
no others in the vicinity as of now
the fat cat in my back yard with its hoofs
moves up and down my tiled roof
a thud like noise is heard in the night
stealthily crosses my wall in silence
a curiosity in its eyes seen in intense
as if I have intruded its privacy
cuddles under my cars securely
enjoys the afternoon siesta peacefully.
being so, a few days ago it had a guest
a big white cat with whiskers full of zest
both would take a stroll in the evening
the clock tower on the first evening
the next day would visit the market
the third day to the river front for a while
the oil palm plantations would be the final trial
hope the guest would move back home very soon
as I am not prepared to have both of them till noon,