In this nonsense verse, Sukanya talks of a cat, a dog and two children.
In a town in Texas where the cactus grow wild
there lived in that house a cat, a dog and two little child
The cat was rambunctious, full of spunk
the dog never bathed and smelled of junk.
The dog was huge, the dog was big 
The cat was more orange than Donald Trump’s wig.
The kitty hunted birds and killed little mice.
Left on the back porch, decapitated birdy heads, thrice.
The dog was lazy and he slept through the day
and at sundown he snored and at the moon he would bay.
One such night as the ferocious wind howled
he woke with a start and gently he growled
he looked at the door and he stood straight and tall
lest some misfortune to this family befall.
He stood guard and he stared and stared 
then he snarled and toothless gums he bared.
He was brave and completely dauntless
and for those ten seconds Sampson was sleepless.
After those seconds passed, he turned back
climbed the couch, curled up and hit the sack.
Life went on.
While the cat continued to hunt and the dog always slept…
the two children fought, and thus the equilibrium of the house was kept.
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Sukanya Juno Biswas grew up in Kolkata, India. She did MA in English from Calcutta University. She loves books, Bob Dylan, Baez and Boxer dogs. When she gets time away from two human kids and two animals, she writes. A complete realist, off and on romantic, an atheist – in the present climate of uncertainty, would have loved a perfect world, though aware it’s not possible. She has been living in Texas for last 17 years.
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