My Lovely Pets! Poem by Rajendran Muthiah

That time will not come again!
When the cat was away for food,
I'd mew her kitten by me
and offer milk in a plate.
They'd stroll, hesitate and dare
to have a lick and a look at me.
The mother cat would turn up
go around and peep at them.

In severe cold or in rains
my small room with some books
was their five- star hotel to stay.
But at dawn before I rise
they would be away to play.
When I mew them in my seventy,
my grand children peer at me
and seem to think ' I'm childish'.
Don't let the cat out of the bag,
'Love the animals and be loved '.