The Cat and the Apple Tree

A house is in the garden

With the unrobed compound

Dried leaves stretched out

An unclean  art is under an apple tree

Ripen apples fell down

And on the tree like bulbs

Being rotten lied on the floor

Making a quite picture

Leaves fall one by one

Letting to be naked

Surrounding nature gets ready

To warm up the winter

Through a side opened window

An old cat was sitting on the sill

Saying something to ins and outs

No one cannot understand

Postman comes and puts into the box

No one comes to open it

A rain with a rough wind last night

Ruined the apple tree

Udaya  R. Tennakoon