In
the market's place
The
row of hawkers' stalls
In
the night some are open
The
rest empty of silence
Cars
park in the rain
The
moody weather hits the sky
The
low thunder across the clouds
People
walk with umbrellas
Walking
to the steps
Reaching
the dry floor
Amongst
the tables and chairs
The
abandoned kittens meow
They
are just born
Maybe
a few days ago
Crawling
about in the cool day
The
mother cat can't be found
So
a guess
Somebody
puts them there
Why
can't let them stay a month or so?
When
the kittens can search on their own?
A
stray dog wags tail
Nothing
the dog can do
Looking
at the small kittens
It
is better they never born
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