The
cats laze in the morning sun
On
the front gate licking its furs
Looking
at the passersby
“Who
are you?” the cats seem to say
The
cats ignore them
The
cats ignore the owner of the house
Under
the morning ray of light
“Who
want to run?”
The
cats rolling over
Stretching
legs and bodies
For
a while then they lay on the ground
Looking
at others walking by
The
morning sun beating on them
The
cats feeling warm and good
There
is no dog to chase them
They
have their freedom they know it
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