Curiosity kills the cat,
Wish I had known that.
Wouldn't have dug too deep,
Would've just gone to sleep.
Speaking of deceased cats,
In my home came three kitten.
Today they were covered with gnats,
Seemed as though they were bitten.
The three of 'em, they were dead,
Seems as though they bled to death.
Who put 'em on their death bed?
Together they took their final breath.
Was it an elder cat,
Who murdered them in cold blood?
Those kittens they just sat,
Not expecting the upcoming blood flood.
For three days, we nursed them,
Fed them milk, made 'em play.
To my mum and sister, they were gems,
Now they're buried in clay.
I never thought much of 'em,
Not until they died.
But who exactly murdered them,
The boy or the wolf he cried?
— Sadhana
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