The
cats are the great pretenders
They
walked in with heads held high
Knowing
full well this isn't their home
They
are the running vagabonds
When
the area is quiet and free
With
shades surrounding the house
They
will laze around leaving footprints
The
smell of urine or poo
The
cats are arrogant too
They
will stare back at you
As
if they are bein disturbed
By
the outside intruders
The
noises will not make them run
They
will pretend not to hear the sound
They
just look back looking around
They
walk slowly no hurry to run
When
a cane is produced
Hitting
the wall or pot the cats run
They
know the sound of beats
The
cats will run and dash away
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