Oh No!

On the other side of the road she was lying,
Either she was dead or silently crying?
Her stiff hair were telling me a tale,
Her bleeding nose and face pale.

This was morning, it must be at night
When she was caught by the culprit fright.
Her stumbling walk, her weaken feet
Provided him an evil treat.

She ran and ran and ran away
He followed her all over the way
Knocked by a stone she fell down
There was a fear in her eyes brown

Finally he reached on her top
Every try by her was flop
That dog trapped her and didn't let go
It was a little cat Oh No!!!

Naila Gulzar

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