Staring at the cat

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Once I was walking down a street

Eager to go home and eat a delicious treat

But in front of my door was a majestic looking cat.

Instead of thinking "what is this beautiful cat doing on my mat?"

I, like the weirdo I am, stared at the cat.

The cat stared at me

And I stared at the cat.

Such an eye contact hadn't been maintained by me since years

Neither with strangers nor with peers.

After what seemed like eternity suddenly the eye contact broke,

My brother came in wearing a cloak.

And like the villain he is, he chased the cat away

I still can't forget the cat and the eye contact we made that day.

-Deep


A/N: I know I've already posted this before but I may as well put this here for all those folks that only came for the poetry.

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