भीगी बिल्ली

On a cold winter afternoon,
A dog chases a fly,
And hurts itself
Each time the fly sits on its nose.

On a pine sits a monkey,
With a baby to its bosom,
Relishing lice,
From a fellow monkey’s body.

A child from the window wonders,
“Could mother part her cosmetic cream,
To make ice-creams,
From the abundant snow on earth.