Every day on my way to the river channel,
They dance on the drain eating frogs and fish.
Their shoulders as if, held the sky balanced,
they stand in awe so that the earth’s basis stays.
drinking the foul ditch as and when.
The happy alleys and houses where they go
and return in search of waste from the garbage,
clouds pour rain on them when the sky is wet.
Turning and turning they glare all around
climbing up and up till they reach the attic.
They want to sleep after a hectic day.
Then the sun arrives in the tossing leaves
of autumn. In hiding, they wish to drop
pitch-black mask and ring-shaped tail.
@gopallahiri
LatinosUSA 
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