The white and grey cat
Lying on the wooden bridge
Dozing in the afternoon heat
Underneath the water singing
Lazily touching the mud and stones
As rolling ripples running along
The tourists walking by
Some stare at it
Others taking pictures
The white and grey cat
It lies there for hours
No movement as the breeze caresses
Underneath the wooden bridge
The waves hitting the shoreline
Splashing water the cat never runs
As night fall beacons
The owner walks to the wooden bridge
The white and grey cat turning cold
He squats by offering his prayer
As the cat dreams into its world
Old age finally takes it away
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