The cat

One stormy night I heard a low meow sound,                               

I searched the spot of it around,   

 Sooner I singled out the ground,          

 It was cattle drinking water drum of round,                               

 I looked into the large water tub deeply,

And I found a small black cat creepy,     

It struggled for its life completely,      

 I helped it to emerge from the icy tab easy,                              

 It made a purr sound loudly,        

Branded me by its paw claws badly,     

And rushed into my room rashly,    

Meandered here and there madly,    

Later it hid under a sofa silently,         

I put a cup of milk before it cleverly,

Gradually it came to drink it gallantly,

Again, it went under the sofa quickly,    

It made meows to seek my attention frequently,                           

I was not sure why I loved the visible soul?                               

 It licked my face and wagged its tail gleefully,                        

Sooner I became an ailurophile role.