In
the dim light
The
cat thinks it is right
To
roam the street
Moving
from house to house
The
sun has gone
Leaving
the night to explore
The
cat moves in quietly
Doing
his business near the flower pots
The
cat moves out
When
the owner walks the door
Running
away like a thief
Stealing
the time of the night
The
marks on the flower pots
The
houseowner will not notice
By
the heat of the sun and wind
It
will dry up quickly
The
cat moves along
Feeling
proud of his handiworks
Planting
his marks in every corner
Guiding
him where he wants to go and return
In
the house he once stayed
He
still harbors the thought his mistress will return
Sniffing
his way putting on his usual marks
Though
the house is empty no soul to chase him away
In
the dim light
The
cat moves quietly along
Catching
insects playing with it
In
the house once he stayed
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