Written on 22 July, '22

A day at the Mart (Babak Mart), sitting quietly,
a melancholy morning—
gazing at the pouring rain, and
watching people's passing
it was a gloomy morning...

An astray Cat or A stray Cat—
sitting outside the Mart
it seems it's waiting—took a while
because of rain? and
It is also watching the passers-by:
the cat and I seem to be doing the same thing

I know it's rude...to talk to the cat
"Are you an astray cat or a stray cat?"
"....." It's just staring at me.
"Idiot, it's the same word but a different meaning."

I was astounded by a talking cat.
"Look how idiotic you are, shame for a human."
I'm speechless by that mean word.
"Human, I ain't an astray or a stray cat, I'm just a wanderer cat—a male cat."

"What's your name? Mr Grumpy cat?"

My late master calls me "Erro" meaning "Wanderer" It's a Latin word. Hey! Don't call me Grumpy Cat! I'm just like this.

"Sorry"
"Master?"
"Where are your master now?"
"Died. He's a beggar man"
"I'm sorry..."
"It's okay!" The cat is looking around.
"Oy! Can we talk somewhere? Look around you."

When I looked, many people were looking at me. I stood up suddenly and took the cat.
it was the most embarrassing moment of my life.

To Be Continued~

© G. E.G. Martinez