The
rats swam on shore
Ears
held high eyes red with revenge
The
high seas didn't dent their hope
They
came with tails held high
They
ran to the bushes
They
hid under the dead trees
Lying
on the beach and rocky slopes
The
rats knew the terrain in its pockets
The
whiskers sent signals
The
other rats knew what to do
The
moved in a single file
In
silence with eyes of determination
The
black dogs smelled the air
They
couldn't believe the odour
The
strong wind blew carrying it along
They
never barked “It's not our problem”
The
other black dogs stared
“We
are suppose to defend
On
any intruders coming here”
“It
isn't our job to do that”
The
cats slept in the afternoon
Lazing
under the trees and patio
They
didn't smell a thing
They
were snoring it away
The
rats marched in silence
In
the day the long line of shadows
The
rats came from the other islands
They
couldn't find food to survive
The
cluster houses
The
owners and children screamed
Others
came to see
“It's
the rats!”
The
thousand came
Causing
havoc in the homes
The
cats finally woke up
“What
the hell is this!”
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