STRAY CATS (IN MEMORIES OF BOBIT) THE VERSE

There is a place of shelter
Called sweet home to some
In the vicinity of the city slums.
Here stray cats often mingle together
And gallantly search for leftovers;
Their silent bond fides whatever the day
All along busy alleys and merry
Drains,
Or by restaurants' exists where
Dustbins stand.
"Bon Petit" they say as compliment,
(From the energetic wanderers by night or day.)
They help to clean the city's waste
And manage it in valiance and in grace.
Though they appear to be
Clumsy, and overawe amidst the city heat;
Their human friends would say this happily;
"Long live the stray-felines of the
Street!"