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Paws with Flaws

             



Let me tell you a story rare
In a jungle far away from here
A camaraderie between an unlikely pair
The Tale of a tabby-cat and a Hare

Maybe it was summer or the start of fall
When they stumbled upon each other
But before we go on with their journey
Know a bit about the kitty and the bunny

The puss seemed dainty but was fierce
And the tiny thing had grizzled hair
Mighty and reticent was the hare
A bit callow but alluring and fair

So when they met and started to chat
Wondered what's common between a rabbit and a cat
But they enjoyed each other's anecdotes and little spats
Account of some events and stories of combat

To the bunny, the feline was acute and prudent
But the kitty too was flawed and full of imperfections
Till the time they were frolicking, everything was fine
Until one day havoc broke on their lives

A fine day when both were strolling through the bushes
They discovered a beautiful ravine
With peaches and plums on each side
The hare leapt and bounced to reach the other side
But Tabby couldn't swim and was afraid of heights

"Fear not", said the bunny,
"Cause I will be your boat and piggy-ride pony"
But in his excitement to cross the gorge
He forgot that Tabby had hopped on his back

Sprung so high, the kitty fell from the sky
The bunny got scared and left her to die





It was not supposed to end like this but................

~ Kanika Kaushal ✨ The Luminous Muse




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