The
rats biting
The
back and front doors
The
cheese coated pillars
The
race for the gold
The
maze the rats run in
The
eyes seeing the green
Smelling
of its temptation
The
cheese coated strands
The
running whisper
The
soft breezy cry
At
the doors slowly open
The
rats hesitate a while
The
whining doors
The
dim light shine
The
whiskers in the shadows
The
rats run for its lives
The
smell of cheese
The
breezes bring
The
rats stopping
Undecided
what to do
The
shadows of the cats
The
rats know it better
But
the greed of cheese
The
doom lies for the rats
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