The
stray stripes cat
In
the morning it wakes up
Doing
its business at the porch
Looking
at me wiping its face
“You
think I am afraid of you
You
must be mistaken all the times
I
am here practically every night
A
warm place to sleep under the car”
It
takes its own sweet time
Walking
out of the front gate
For
a while it stops and turns back
Looking
at me while I walk out
It
doesn't run away quickly
It
walks into the neighbour
Fence
to fence finally disappears
At
the back lanes meeting other stray cats
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