Some rats may want
to return
When they hear the
flood has subsided
They want to run
home to stay relevant
But what they see
isn’t the glory of the past
There is nothing
but memories
The rats still want
to run through it
Maybe they think there
is a pot of gold
Stay on to get
their hands on it
The cat has gone to
greener pasture
The finding of
truth and shine of light
The rats can sigh
of relief
Living underground
of many holes
The rats hope to
gain entry
Once the path is
clear for them to do
There is no cat
hanging around
So, they hope to
play their games
But the cat isn’t
hiding
The waiting game
finally bear fruits
The rats will run
out again
This time the rats
will be done for good
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