The Feline Instinct Poem by Dr. Rani Mathew

It was on a rainy day
I caught the rascal first
stealthily stepping on to the hearth
with a dripping tail limping by.

Torrential was the downpour
lashing against the roofs and trees.
Invading the yard and garage it rose
and wading through he came.

Hazel green eyes, chameleon like
more green than brown.
Chubby bodysuit zebra like
More black than white.

Wrapping him in a flannel
I fed him with milk and biscuits.
Like one unloved-he stared
right into my eyes tender

From the flooded garage
crawled in a lizard, sopping wet,
And a rattling voice I heard
From the little urchin on the hearth.

Fixing the prey with his stare,
In a flash, I saw him pouncing.
A chatter, a screech
and nothing more!

Licking clean his whiskers
Out went the rogue
And I let the stain stay
A lesson on the feline instinct