Sentinel Of The Dark Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

The furtive husher of noise
Stealthily graceful in poise
The silent sentinel in the din
Call them cute or mean!
They flourish they thrive
Networking like beehive
A stubborn snatching cult
Life for them is difficult!
They're surely a game
Stones are pelted at them
People say they're no good
Always hungry for food!
Out in the rain and heat
There's no love in the street
Day for them is rough ride
Cowering in corners to hide!
When the town sleeps at night
In the dark their eyes glow bright
Presence they freely announce
These hunters are ready to pounce!
But I feel so love-smitten
By the blue eyes of a kitten
And the way it looks at my eyes
When on my lap it peacefully lies!