11th November 2023

I gave you a whole room where you could be all by yourself,

For you and your babies,

And how do you thank me?
By spitting in my face

And taking your precious babies elsewhere,

Not once but twice.

The neighbors have complained,

Not once but twice.
"Are these your kittens?" they said.

"Take them away," they said. 

"We know not what to do with them," they said.
Not once but twice,

And now you have done it again.

I gave you a whole room where you could be all by yourself,
For you and your babies,
And how do you thank me?
By spitting in my face
And taking your precious babies elsewhere,
For the third time now.

Enough!
Henceforth, you will no longer be welcome in this house

Whose open doors and welcome mat you have spat upon

For the third time now.

You will be shooed away on sight.
If within reach, you will be caned on sight.
If out of reach but within air soft pellet range,
You will be shot on sight.

Until the day you submit to me,
The Hand That Feeds You,
And bring your babies back.
No longer will I be the hand that feeds you.

Not as I have decided
But as you have chosen,
Thou fool of a mama pussycat.

27th October 2023

Just look at you.
God must've been so pleased with himself the day he made you,
He would've declared that day a holiday.

Just look at you.
God must've been so pleased with himself the day he made you,
The look of satisfaction on his face would've lasted from sunrise until sunset.

Just look at you.
God must've been so pleased with himself the day he made you,
He would've summoned everyone from the four corners of his kingdom
For a day of feasting and merriment.

22nd August 2023

I could watch you read the news

Every day for the rest of my life,

Observing the movement of your lips 

As you spoke in sync 

With the movement of your eyes

And I would not be bothered 

If the outside world was burning

And mountain slopes were crumbling

While people dazed and stumbling

Were wailing with their voices

Reaching to the skies

For I would feel so blessed

To be watching you

In paradise.

14th August 2023

 Tea. 

Piping hot.

Cooled by blowing gently before each sip.

No other way to drink it.

Just made myself a cuppa with boiling water fresh off the stove.

A piping hot cuppa tea and the morning newspaper.

No other way to start the day.

Whoops!

Cats' water bowl waiting to be refilled?

Whoops!

Cats' groundsheets waiting to be changed?

Whoops!

Cats' rice waiting to be cooked?

Tell you what.

To hell with everything.

Too many times, too many times.

Lukewarm tea after getting everything else outta the way?

Again?

For the millionth time?

Not this time.

To hell with everything.

This time it's me first, everything else afterwards.

OKAY?!?

Now where's that piping hot cuppa tea?

What?

Got distracted again?

Damn!!!

22nd April 2023

 

A wise man once said,

We are the product of our environment,

And so it was,

As here you lie at Death's doorstep

And here I am,
Writing about it.

You did not choose to be born

Only to die forty-two days later,

Yet here you were,

Fulfilling your destiny

Just as I was fulfilling mine

As a writer

Born with the inherent gift of writing

And shaped by the nature of my environment

According to whether a sandstorm was blowing in my face

On the parched and arid sands of the Rajasthani desert

Or whether it was pouring cats and dogs

In the tropical and dense concrete jungles of Malaysia.

Rest easy, 
Little One,
For soon your earthly troubles will be over.

31st October 2022

Oh, goody, here comes the rain;
The neighbors can't complain
About the smell of cat piss
Permeating the air.

Oh, goody, here comes the rain;
The neighbors can't complain
About the smell of cat poop
Trapped inside the hair
You'll find inside the nose
Of the one complaining.
(Relax, folks, it is raining.)

A floor littered with cats
Waiting to be fed
Fish and chicken rice,
Boiled but very nice,
Tasteless if you ask me,
But that's what soy sauce is for,
So pass the soy sauce, honey,
Think I'll have some more.

5th October 2022

The smell of exhaust fumes fills the morning air

Which a short while back smelt of last night's drizzle

Which cleansed the air of the day's smog and dust

Whilst the world was asleep,

Nauseously intoxicating, the smell of exhaust fumes,

Whose composition of burnt and unburnt fossil fuels

Entered the bloodstream of every living creature in sight

That breathed in the exhaust fumes-filled morning air.

Excuse me while I cough up a little blood,

No, nothing to be concerned about, 

Not yet at least.