The
rats dance
Out
of the holes
In
the rainy season
The
cats all gone away
Leaving
the homes
The
free passage way
The
rats have the full time
Running
wild with food in stores
For
the rainy days
The
cats aren't coming
The
rats have the field day
Dancing
on the tables
On
the kitchen sinks
Behind
closed doors
The
day will come
When
the bulldogs arrive
Saliva
flowing hungry in their eyes
They
will hunt in loudly snarling
The
rats will have a hard time
Playing
catch up on the run
For
now the rats are free
The
whole space full of cheesy food
The
rats can't believe their good fortunes
The
rainy days bring them the supplies
For
the cats are living away
Leaving
the homes for the rats to play
The
cold wind will whisper
Telling
them of the bulldogs
The
van is carrying them over
Within
hour they will arrive
But
the rats smile
“We
have our times
We
will make our marks
Then
we will disappear
Back
into the holes”
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