The cats at the back lane
The few I see hanging around
Some are new faces from somewhere
The old ones have gone
They came looking for food
They too find it impossible to feed
The back lane feeding has stopped
As the house-owners do not want to get C19
A lone male cat passed by yesterday
By the kitchen window I saw
The cat is sick and sickly
Maybe suffering from a virus
Like those before him
They too had disappeared
It wasn't old age but a virus attacked
It looks like a similar profile of sickness
In the pandemic the cats too suffer
They are the Ronin without masters
They will have to find their food
They have to find ways to cure their illness
The cats at the back lane
Without food they will disappear
I see a few new faces
Maybe from another street
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