The Sunbird.

Puny claws locked in metal holes

Basking in the shade

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Cat Love.

Just to find out

If he is smitten 

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The Kill

​It  was  a  dream.  Taqib dreamt.    Dusk   in   Madras   was   always   a   calm   affair.    The    streets  were    jammed   with   sheets   of    sunlight.  There    were    a   few    clouds   in   the    sky.    Darkish  clouds.  An    evening perfect  for    murder.

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