The Guardian

By Kavya Mehulkumar Mehta

Bright yellow eyes shine

in the dark night.

She sits beside the shrine,

guarding it like a brave knight.

Her black fur provides warmth,

that of a thick blanket.

She paws back and forth

with a crushing sound of a pamphlet.

Fools call her unwanted,

Geniuses praise her with merry.

She walks unbothered,

A symbol of strength, not the contrary.

By Kavya Mehulkumar Mehta