
The cat under the tree
Has no inkling that
Christmas is now over

The cat under the tree
Has no inkling that
Christmas is now over

Strings of bright light,
Celebrate with colour:
Enjoy the festive season

The hungry kitten
Sits beneath an elephant
Expecting some food

A pink orb
Casting its glow across the lake
The city at sunset

An obese hound
Lies lazily on a soft mat,
Waiting for morning

A ball you flog hard
Over lawns smooth and green
A game called golf, you know

When wifi is weak
As it can be sometimes
Annoyance may ensue

Why do simple clouds
Seem so dull in London
But lov’ly in Darjeeling?

Under the Banyan
Its many roots dangling:
A fine Indian tree

Constrain’d by steel
Steadily it moves forward:
This old Calcutta tram