A yogi en route to the Himalayan heights, stopped at a hamlet for a night.
And though he stayed but a few hours, the village welcomed him with fruit and flowers.
And since the village was plagued with rats,
They gave him a mouser- a large grey cat.
And he spoke to them of Life and Death,
Taught them pranayama- control of one’s breath.
After he’d left, they practiced what he’d taught
And found in yoga the good health they’d sought.
Soon, legend grew around him and they erected a shrine,
Made him a great guru–almost divine.
Somehow the grey cat also grew great-
They said twas a mascot– a talisman against fate!
And the force of this superstition became so strong that:
They left off yoga and worshipped the cat!!