The
lover cats
On
the heat and run
Meowing
and eyes glare
Claws
in the air
The
heated quarrel
The
sound of thunder
The
clashes in the air
The
controlled of territory
The
fight is on
The
tails high eyes burning
The
confrontation of power
The
fight for territory
The
hit and run
Rushing
into the garden
The
palm branches fall
The
potted plants tumble over
The
sound of thunder
The
lover cats glare
For
a while until one surrenders
In
the back alley
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