Saturday, December 22, 2018

the rats run out of its hole



The rats run out of its hole
They want to breathe the fresh air
They have heard the cats are fighting
They will have a whale of time

The cats will not see the rats
The rats will run around freely
Whispering to their gang
“Hey come out and play!”

The rats can walk on the streets
Run along the back lanes
Search for food in the garbage tongs
The cats too busy arguing

The dogs aren’t watching
They are busy chewing the meat bones
Finding ways to increase the stockpile
Forgetting to bring the cats in line

Now the rats dance
The tails hanging high
They have the food
They have their times

Will the cats stop fighting?
Will the dogs keep the cats in line?
Time will make the call
The rats know it well


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