The kitten wags its tail
On the Sunday morning light of gold
The cars driving along the road
The kitten runs along
It doesn't know fear
It doesn't know death on the road
It only knows of finding shelter and food
Along the row of houses by the road
The kitten jumps to the walls
Trying to catch insects in the light
The motorbikes rushing along
The kitten runs into the porch
It hides underneath the car
The neighbor tries to chase away
It clings to its spot
Until the owner gives up
The kitten walks out
Smell the morning air
Then it runs away
Maybe back to its own place
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