Cat Calls
The Human Race
seems to move too slow,
a marathon run at midnight,
with moon eclipsed.
The cats in the alleys
have a more natural life
This is how it seems
at times,
in our cities of dreams.
And the black curtain looms,
the end of the show,
as we squabble in the stalls
for the last ice-cream.
An end to dreams
our eclipsed moon bumps,
along the horizon,
a cat calls in the night
and we’re gone.
By KANEIX
© 2008 KANEIX
(All rights reserved)
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