the feeding

The cats, dogs and hens

At the back lane hustling around

Of food throwing on the road

Each looking trying who will be the first

The pecking order of the animals

They don't need anybody to tell

When there is enough food

There is no rush for it

The throwing rice

The cats and hens have their own

The dogs will just smell and move on

There is no need to chase

The Indian woman will watch

The cats and hens at the back lane

Of nuisance to other homes

She isn't bothered with it