A Red Crab In The Garden Poem by Leela Panikar

I came out of river water, I saw,
A cat. Afraid I stopped in awe,
My eyes two short matchsticks, scoping.
Quietly I crawled sideways hoping
Not to be seen. Fat-cat in ginger fur coat
Face smiling, and white his throat.
Sunning. Lying on garden seat
With eyes open sleeping, quite a feat.
Branches a-shiver with bird notes. Hot
I crept under an overturned pot,
waited, then keeping to shadows
I moved looking for other burrows.

Veni, vidi, vici…well almost vici