A tomato eating cat
She slipped under my bed
Crouching till the watchmen left
And jumped up on my chest
She purred of the storm to come
And asked me to stay firm on bed
She drank a glass of milk
And sprung off the window
Lights flickered out
In each home she’d visit
So all of us lay hidden under sheets
Fearing natures might
The brave ran out to save their precious
The cowards shivered in fright
The rains came and went
But no storms in sight
We waited all monsoon
Shriveled up but hopeful
Spring is not far out of sight
One day,the fat cat came and declared herself queen
And out came some more, pouring through the skies
The storm, we had been warned of
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