Cat on a tree , a branch , on its four
legs , facing , it’s eyes staring at me .

I look at its pretty face , brown and white
pretty little face , must be a She , staring at me , must be a SHE .

There I go down the memory lane ,
hits like thunders , lightning , storms ,
engulfing me , dear brother , you were so
fond of cats , six decades ago , you brought
a cat home , reared it dearly , fondly .

As time goes , it also breathed its last ,
you buried it silently , tears streaking down your face , i recall your attachment to it.

Now you have gone , you have left so many of them , in your home , loved and raised ,
dear to your heart .

You went away silently ., leaving us, all of us.
BROTHER , WHERE ARE YOU .
mk