Grey tabbies somehow have the knack of
Teasing out all the tremulous grudges and
The Greasy grime of any unbuttoned day
Or week out of me. As if there is a solemn
Silvering of grace inside that grey serenity
My own tabby grey as stone arrived in the
year of meeting my first cat. I found her
with terrified wonder in my clothes cabinet
snug and safe, having delivered seven kittens
on my very best white embroidered sari!
After many hurdle hassles and breathtaking
Tumbles into cat territory, the grey tabby came
To stay to show me how wonderful a house becomes
With a tabby on the windowsill or on your best handbag
Keeping you from reckless, useless, often unnecessary
Shopping, even glaring a bit if there is too much of
Netflix in the day and not enough of catnip treats
Being passed around with a dollop of petting,
And a never-ending nap improves the situation
Considerably if a lap is offered to add to bliss
Daksha hathi
sweet!