A pussy cat sat on the top,
Flashing the light, back to my shot.
Like two north stars, its eyes torched,
Staring constantly, undeterred.
Royal by character,
Expects least pamper.
They are a happy lot,
If are let to be, just cats.
Unlike dogs, made to act.
Cats are like us, dislike being taught.
© 2015 Hari Prasad S