Cat

One of my cats, Brownie

How many times have you wished

to be somebody else?

To be the emperor of Akhand Bharat

Or be in the Forbes list of karotpat.

Serpents may long for wings,

Tea vendors can long to be kings.

Like I want to be a poet

Or at least a muse’s cigarette.

 

Cats

The only creatures

That don’t want to be

Anything else.

They are contended

To be what they are.

 

When they are hungry

They know how to get the food

From you

And if you don’t know

What they want

It’s your loss

They will go

And bring serpents

And play with them

In your bedroom.

 

Cats

They love you

So much

That they will sleep

Between your legs

When you are asleep

And go away without a word of thanks

Or regret

Or any sentiment silly

When you wake up

Loving their warmth

Between your legs.

 

They don’t need you.

You need them.

Try loving a cat

If you don’t believe me.

 

The cat’s love

will make you

straightforward.

Brownie's various moods within seconds of my aiming the mobile camera at her: