Tom And Molly Poem by Vidya Pandarinath

Tom, the rebel cat was obstinate and stray
Though active, intelligent, quick and strong,
He always kept himself unfed for long
Till he hunted and got his own prey

His old master, for this, had kept
A set distance for him to move about and mew;
He did it often with a straight tail, skew
Till he had to take his hunting stance inept

Miss. Havisham, senile and fastidious, had chosen
Molly the freckled cat and dressed her well,
In colours, scarf and on the head a hat, swell
She was most pampered and with over- care frozen

Molly, despite alarm had learnt
not to move,
And at all odds and ends around stay cool;
Her custodian had made a hard
rule:
'Avoid all male creatures and never make friends'.

Things went well and Molly
turned saucy,
Ever floating in a world dreamy and sly;
The changing wave entered the casement high;
And before her, slouched Tom the proposer, classy:

' This is Tom, from the house across the parapet
' I have watched you closely and from far
' With love, I find we are upto
par '
Molly waited not, as if things were all set

Right under the pointed nose of the old lady
The duo strode; and Tom did smirk
And mewed, finding that his own ways do well work:
' Right proposals rid of lapses and all malady'...!