The
backlane cats
I
see many hanging there
An
Indian woman keeps feeding
Breeding
kittens and more nuisance
The
male cats will fight
Over
the territorial rights
Maybe
sometimes over female cats
The
“yes and no” ringing loud
One
cloudy day the backlane seems quiet
I
don't hear the sound of cats or kittens
I
don't see them hanging around during feeding time
As
if something sweeps over the cats
I
find out to that the Indian woman
She
is hardly around at the backlane
Maybe
she has gone for a long holiday
Maybe
she has shifted house
Now
the backlane is quiet
The
cats have dispersed...
Looking
for food elsewhere
The
familiar cats all have gone
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