If the strays could curse .

The veil of the night scares the mother, what if someone stole her puppies again?

He often haunts the two-legged, but the poor scurrying tail is just lost anew.

They pspsps the feline, yet kick her when she's busy dreaming on their worn-rug.

And the monkeys hanging near the house of worship, snatches your fruit because You're busy laughing at them.

Their presence echoes everywhere, a silent connection we constantly overlook.