It's raining
The night sky is raining
raining in unceasing flow
of twilight and stars.
the cats on the roof top
sedate under the impact of moon.
The midnight opens the pages of the book
of the magic which some witch once wrote.
Since then the dynasties of cats have carried it in their genes.
Some prowl mysteriously haunted,
howling to the tune of a mad rhapsody;
some fall silent suddenly and dream of the ancient witch
whose secret potion carried
the drops of moonlight fused with rain
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