A poem dedicated to all wild cats

the cats’ conspiracy today morning, when I stepped out in the streets
they were dead; not even the birds dared to sing
drowned in blue and green, there was no air left to breath
today afternoon, when I stepped out in the streets
there was a stink unbearable and keen
drowned in blue and green, there was no air left to breath
but this night I will step out in the streets
and they will burn and be filled with life
overrun with wild cats that will explode the air with freedom

All Cats Are Beautiful

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