The
cats at the backlane
The
animals don't care what you do
They
will stare with big eyes
“You
can't touch me!”
They
walk on their own
Eyes
on the ground searching for food
When
there is an opportunity
They
steal pieces of chicken or fish
The
backlane food caterers
There
is always a chance for the cats
They
will stalk lazing on the road
When
the guard is down the cats strike
Occasionally
the cats will kill pigeons
They
will walk ever slowly to the prey
When
it is near the cats will jump
The
pigeons in its claws struggling to die
These
cats are a nuisance
They
always jump over to my garden
Leaving
its marks on the grass
As
if to say “You can't touch me!”
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