Tuesday, January 29, 2019

the truth will close in


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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