Yani had a pretty cat,
His eyes were brown as berry,
And every day he made us laugh
A fellow jolly and merry;
One fine day in the month of May
He perched on a very high stool,
Yani got worried and sat to pray
But the cat didn’t lose his cool;
He sat there like a vigilant scout
And showed no signs of fear,
But shot a reproachful pout
To make his say very clear;
“Why did he climb up, do you know?”
Onlookers asked for a reply,
“Oh, he loves to put up a show,”
Yani answered with a sigh.
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Moumita, is a service sector professional and a Glossophile who dedicates her leisure time in learning foreign languages. She writes to learn, to convey and to hear her own thoughts speak. For her, a blank page is both a mirror and a stage. She says, “Writing is my favourite expression. It’s my way to capture my wandering thoughts that help me write some sweet nothings.I keep the known alive and give life to the unknown, through my writings.”
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