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Call of the Wild

I guess one day I used to be a tabby —
With splendid whiskers and a glossy coat,
A bushy tail, green eyes that blaze like fire —
I nursed my kittens and enjoyed the fish.

I nestled by the window, to be able
To purr and subtly play the staring contest
With next-door tomcats (vibrant with desire
And ready to fulfill my every wish).

I reckon, I liked walking and exploring —
I took in graceful stride the highest fences,
I was street-smart and let my rivals have it,
But to my masters I was ever sweet.

I used to hunt — this game was never boring —
Lying in wait for mice, foxlike and patient.
Protecting little ones I fought like devils,
And loved to snuggle in a cosy nook to sleep.

I most likely used to dream and daydream...
I had that dream about an ancient city,
Where I held each cobblestone dear,
Where I was catered to my every whim!

In groves of Egypt I promenaded daily,
With awe-inspiring Pharaohs had meetings —
They issued such an ordinance one year
That I was made a goddess and a queen!..

The chances are, sometimes when I awoke,
It took a while to recollect my senses,
In such a way that I was truly puzzled:
But — how come — it’s winter outside?

Lo! Suddenly the window creaked open,
And I was out in the flick of second —
Rolling in snow, loosening stiff muscles…
…a month of Sundays waiting for the Sun!