I saw a cat in my room by the garden
It looked at me, as if to beg pardon
It jumped onto the floor, it must’ve seen a rat.
But the floor was lifeless, strange creature, that cat.
It looked at me with deep blue eyes,
Unusual, in its feline kind!
For this was no fancy Siamese breed,
Just a regular cat, with wholesome greed
Or so I thought, till I heard it speak
In a clear, London voice, and my face turned bleak.
It clearly, said, in a voice full of bass,
“Human, you have an ugly face
And it’s going to rain.”
I had started shaking quite heavily,
For, a talking cat was very unusual, at least in my mind!
It turned, looked out the window, and so did I
And sure as rain, the drops were falling one by
One, with a pitter patter sound.
“I need a pen”, it rumbled out,
And snatched up my silver one.
Then it jumped out the window and
Vanished in the rain, and never did I
Ever see that cat again.
I woke up the next morning, with a tremble on my lip
And tried to convince myself, it had all been a bad acid trip.
by Rishi Dasgupta