One day as the mist spread its wings
And cloaked the town.
A fine gauze-like chill cascaded
From the heavens above,
Rippling through shanties in alleys,
Mansions in boulevards,
And tiny slated houses in hedged compounds.
Out went the bright morning sun
Behind puffy mushroom-like clouds it ran.
All chirping birds took to their nests,
Into trees’ nooks squirrels flew,
And cats mysteriously shivered as if suffering from ague
Homeless dogs tucked deeper into warm sand pits.
By the blazing heart then I stood.
As I warmed me, a little kitten mewled at my door.
Her eyes looked into mine
As if she begged for a gentle touch
And a cozy hospice, so as to
Shrug off the cold as such.
A warm bowl of frothy milk
I proffered, and a pillow to rest herself.
This li’l vagabond, my tortoiseshell with brownish stripes loafed around
Much longer after winter winds had gone.
In sunlight, squirrels clambered out of nooks
Pecked at barks, chattered, whistled and squeaked
Birds hopped, twitted and played as if winter
There was none. And I realised brownish stripes fused
With shades of sun, and my Tigger now solemnly loved his home.
© Mumtaz N Khorakiwala
Picture courtesy: Bianca Ackermann