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