A cat- black, tailless- warms its haunches
on the seat.
Crows stain it white
with their incessant droppings.
One of the three dogs,
the one with glazed eyes, that walks wary,
sniffs at the back wheel,
and territorizes it.
And the neighbour downstairs,
waters it every day with his hose
though it never grows.
I smiled as I read the final stanza but there was a good tear of familiar memories in my eye.
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