The rats are
running
Sneaking out from
the holes
They feel at a loss
The rising tide
flooding their homes
They breathe too
much dirty air
They feel so at
home in the darkness
Once they weren’t afraid
of the Cats
They could tout
them as they sneaked in and out
Now the flash
lights cast everywhere
The rats have no
choice but to run
Some hide in boxes;
some hide in flower pots
Some hide in the
garden of bushes and plants
The Cats are
searching
They will not let
every rat hide away
A few had been
caught
They will not hide anymore
But the addicted
rats
They can’t live
without the daily doses of food
Flowing down from
the drainage chains
They can have an
easy life for ages
Now they run
They hope the Cats
will not find them
The truth will
catch up with the rats
When the nets are
closed in
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