A Scandal At Midnight

By Harjashanjeet Kaur Sidhu

When moon comes over head and dogs stop to bark,

When night gets scary and just as dark,

I break into a house, through an open door

It was peaceful to tread on the creaking floor.

There are the sofas, I spend every night on

And dolls who became my friends from nights bygone.

It's relief to be back at someone's home, yet so much mine

I operate, from this high chair, my entire regime.

I sit the way I want and servants clean the mess.

They have seen me twice or thrice I guess

I think, they know, i scratch the floor

They must be scared to leave the open door.

Yesternight I heard someone in my palace

I went hunting on my lethal paws.

Prey stays awake at my time,

When their life grasps on straws.

Ears erect I put feet ahead slowly slow,

Whoever was the burger, he had to bow

Meow! It was the servant hooman’s kitten, my life

A scandal! I had to run to tell my wife.

I spent my night in their attic

With  a stomach full of mice,

And when the kitten too slept, I ran to my den;

Meow! I will enter this palace again.

By Harjashanjeet Kaur Sidhu