Poetry

Cat Life

I woke up as a cat

I roam the streets

My meow is deep

My claws are sharp

My paws are fast

So no one dares

Cross my path

I met a cat just as tough as me

We became friends

We chased rats

To no end

But I began to notice

This friend of mine

Did not scare

Humans away

Like I did

I couldn’t believe

My eyelids

They’d walk right past him, right by him

I told him, what’s up with that?

Why don’t they

Walk back

You’re a tough kitty

But to you they seem…

Not to react

Well, my friend…the thing is,

You are black.

Damn.

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