This is another poem I wrote about a cat sitting on a windowsill. If you have seen previous posts about a cat, then you will know what I am talking about. Enjoy the poem!
Kitty on a windowsill,
having a chill pill.
Taking a break from the daily grind,
by relaxing his kitty mind!
The soft flowers tickle him,
while the pointed leaves prickle him.
But he continues his cat nap
Switching on his night lamp.
Afraid of dogs he is,
and angry neighbours,
Yet he ventures into restricted premises!
But a mark on pigeons,
he never misses.
His life is total bliss!
Kitty on a windowsill,
having a chill pill.
Chances of his waking up?
NIL!
- Harsha Prashanth
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