The Cats Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

Cats, I tries to keep a distant
Somehow I am not interested
Still gives food sometimes
Out of their own cries in hunger
Some cats are dirty always
Intrudes in uncertain terms
Peeping and jumping here and there
A menace I tries to avoid
My beautifully maintained sofa
My bed room and reading room
That I likes to keep in clean and beauty
They makes their own heaven to hide
There own little kids without my permission
In nights intrudes to home premises
And makes the noisy gestures of love
Which only feels as a cry
Many times I have tried to chase away
with vigor and determination they attacks
And even with poisonous snakes they battles
Which is thrown in home spaces
The domestic animals are good sometimes
Still they makes mistakes to disturb
Cats are clever and they can be friendly
The cleverness every where they tries to exhibit.