The black cat prowls
On the ground on the roof
Meow her way freedom to go
There is nothing to stop her
Only people throw hot water
Pebbles and shouting
On the top roof
The queen aloof
Pawing on the tiles
Eyes staring down
The majestic glow
The eyes telling you why
“I am light I can jump
Walking leisurely
The queen smiles”
The herd of dogs
Barking aimlessly
Distraction a routine of its life
The poor dogs can’t climb
The black cat sits
Admiring her domain
On top floor
She is the queen
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