The
stray cats roam
Living
it up at my expense
Somebody
is feeding the cats
It
has become a nuisance
Yesterday
there were the waste
Six
of it on the garden trail
Leaving
there for me to see
“Hey
servant! Throw it for me!”
The
cats always thumb its noses
At
the human beings
The
cats treat the humans as their public servants
Clearing
up the waste or else the aroma of bad smell
Today
a black cat thorn the pages of newspapers
I
saw the cat did it as I opened the door
The
black cat quickly jumped over the fence
My
morning paper in cuts and scratches
Some
say feed the cats
They
will not poo and urine
The
cats will go somewhere else
I
never know how true it is
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