Master Of Mischief Poem by Nivedita Dutta

She comes to the house
For some milk and food
Runs every mouse
In a scary mood
She chatters and chatters
Like a human being
It does not matter
If someone is seeing
I wonder who taught
To chase the mice
Making mouth their chariot
And jerk them thrice
Her teeth having his tail in between
Makes everything dirty nothing clean
But she leaves them free
Then she goes to sit in tree
She feeds her kitten
With love and care
Eats what is given
Leaves nothing spare